A note on the counter

Dear mom,

I used to act like I was so unique, but I'm just another teenage statistic.

You have to know this:
I smoked marijuana,
I ate shrooms,
I took ecstacy,
I had an abortion,
My boyfriend beats me,
Dad molested me,
I drink,
I steal money from you,
My therapist came onto me,
I let him.
I avoid you,
Serena does heroin,
I tweaked for three months,
I'm a fuck up,
I'm a slut,
When Annie got shot, I wasn't really crying.
I had sex in a grave yard,
I didn't know the guy.
Jeremy owns a gun.
Joseph only hates you because I told him you took his coke, when it was really me. Sorry.
Oh, I snorted coke.
I took your vicodin when you had surgery and sold it to my friends so I could have more money for E...
I love you.




Don't blame yourself.


Love,
Me