I'm always the one to yell out at, right? I'm the person you go to when you're angry & sad, just to let out the anger, right? I'm like the punching bag you go to when you're mad, I'm the glass vase you throw out when you're furious, I'm always the girl you come to when you're -hurt, right? I'm tired of picking after all of you guys. You guys piss me off, and I'm so angry, letting everything inside me & now taking it out. I can't yell, I can't scream, I can't hit, punch, kick, or do anything, because you guys are always there! It upsets me the fact that you guys have to come to me when you guys are angry, & then come back saying, "Sorry, I took it out on you. It just came to me." So, now that you look at me, you yell at me? Am I not that important? Do I not have feelings? They say people die earlier, when they keep things for themselves & act nice. Well, you happy I'm going to die earlier than all of you guys? You guys don't know my feelings & what I go through, & just because I'm always happy, you think that nothing is wrong? Is that it? It annoys me that no one knows my feelings and no one bothers to ask if I'm okay. You guys don't even know when I'm having a bad day or if I was crying, because I hide it. Am I that good of an actress? Should I audition for a drama or movie & so I can be beast at it? No, I don't want to. You always yell at me, & because your older daughter couldn't get into a college you wanted her to, you yell at me? You ask me when I'm coming home, I said I didn't know, when I was getting ready to leave. You then asked me again & this time I asked a simple question, "Why?" Then you had to explode on me yelling, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WHY? CAN'T A MOTHER KNOW WHEN HER DAUGHTER'S COMING HOME? YOU ARE BEING SO RUDE." Excuse me? That one word was rude to you, but all those things you did weren't rude to me? Thanks a lot, mom. You're a great person. I hate EVERYTHING about this STUPID house. I can't freaking live in peace without one fight over another. Sometimes I wonder, what I did wrong for me to live like this. It's a living hell. That's it, I said it. Are you happy now? Now that I'm home and can't go to that place I promised my friend to go, are you happy? EVERYONE PISSES ME OFF. YOU GUYS ARE SO FREAKING RUDE AND THIS ISN'T WHAT A FAMILY IS. I want my old family, who loved me and asked if I was okay. Not people who get -hurt and yell at me. BECAUSE YOU'RE SO RUDE AND SOMETIMES, I WANT TO LEAVE YOU GUYS. That's how much I hate it.

& yeah, mom. I'm sorry I yelled at you.

Now, you're turn. What are you sorry for?