My best friend asked why I even cared. She said those things happen, get over it. So, I'm not supposed to care that my family is being ripped apart more and more each day, and they are doing it to themselves?

Grandfather, you have controlled my past, messed up my present, but you have no control over my future. I know what my future is, and it involves your downfall.

How are you supposed to feel when your family, who swore straight up that they loved you, doesn't want you anymore? How can they simply turn away when you didn't even do anything?

She's finally ready to talk, but sadly, no one is listening.

What hurt more than you screaming at me was when you simply turned and walked away and wouldn't even look at me. Why can you love me because I'm your kid, but not for who I am?

Why are you always trying to change me? I know I'm not the person you wish I could be. But that person isn't me. This is me, and the truth is, you don't love me.

I see those shows on tv where the mom and daughter have such a great relationship, and I ask myself, why can't we have that? Why do I have to be someone else in order for you to love me like that?

All I really want is for you to look at me, really look at me and see me, and love me for who I am. Mom, that's all I want.

I don't want it to happen again, but here it is, the sleepless nights, the fights with myself, then endless pain, the overpowering thoughts, slowly going insane. When will this cycle ever stop?

Nowhere to go but going out of my mind......