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Monday, June 4, 2012
Dear mother
I am your daughter, not your competition. I am your daughter, not your crisis manager. I am your daughter, not your venting board. I am your daughter, not your patsy. You should know that I have a relationship with my siblings with whom I speak regularly and I am aware of all your negative comments and judgments. In this moment, I would very much like to tell you to go fuck yourself. I hate your insecurity, your duplicity, your hatefulness, your manipulating and your drama. I will not apologize for considering my own needs above yours. You can go to hell. —Really Tired of Swallowing Your Shit
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