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Dissapointment.
I didn't even know.
"you're not that stupid, don't lie" I. Didn't. Even. Know.
So I must be.
The daughter who you created is stupid. She doesn't deserve what she has but she's got it.
She thought she was doing okay.
Getting through it, being happier.
I guess not.
Maybe she really is the fuck up you always denied, and she always believed.
Only difference now is that there's no doubt.

It always hurt me to say "I hate you"
incase you didn't notice, I cry every time.
Because every time it's a lie.

[i am very dissapointed in you]
I don't actually know what I've done.
I just want to be happy. That requires you to be happy too.

But now here I am.
Make a final judgement.
I am your fucked up, passed out, drugged, non-virgin, failing, hard working, sensitive, sober, kind, generous, bitchy, loving daughter.
This is me, raw.
It doesn't get anymore real.

So tell me what I've done, or what I can do, or anything, but don't just say goodnight.

Too late.