to bad you have no idea who the fuck your daughter is, yes you raised me the right way. I get good grades I don’t waste money I say please and thank you and I’m working. I don’t cause you much trouble other than an on occasion in school, I haven’t ever been rude or disrespectful and I’ve never lashed out. but you have no idea who i am, you don’t take the time to ask me how my day was or what my classes were like or how work was or how my day was in general. you have no idea who I am or who I’ve become as a person you don’t know what I stand for or what I believe in. you don’t know me at all, and that’s what the worst of all. you judge me when I tell you what I want in life and what I want to do. who are you to judge the life I live? it’s mine, maybe you have some authority over it for the next 5 months but when June 10th hits I’m out and you both can’t control what I do anymore. I love you, I do, but this is my life and you have no reason to tell me how to live my life.