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23 June 2004 @ 12:04 am
Dear Dad,

Yeah, okay they're gone now. You happy? I'm sure you're loving the patch of raw red flesh instead, aren't you? Fuck you. It's not like I'm getting it for real. You know sure as hell I would never get it for real. But no. You just have to act the little fuck that you knew you can be, call it ugly, call me ugly, and order me to get rid of it. I fucking love you too.

It's just marker damn it! They're in no way permanent, and in no way have anything to do with you. Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you. I want out of this stupid house, this stupid family, this stupid fuck that is the life you want me to live.

God. So yeah. The wings are gone. My dad thinks I'm ugly. My mom does too, but she's nice about it at least. Well, they've got my sister to fawn over. May I go now?

~ Steph
alysinomo on June 23rd, 2004 06:48 pm (UTC)
You're beautiful! Don't worry, one day all of this shall pass, and you can move onto your own life. And if you're daring and brave enough, never speak to your family again. If it makes you feel any better, my bio dad's an asshole.
Stephaniemirroredsakura on June 24th, 2004 04:42 pm (UTC)
*glomps* Thank you. Yeah, the immunity to comments about how I look like does wear off once in a while. This just happened to be one of them.