Dear Mom and Dad,
I don't do drugs. I don't smoke. I don't party. I don't stay out til' 3 AM on a weekday. I don't skip class, but I don't make you proud either. You're always nagging at me because I'm not focused, because I'm chatting to a friend while completing my homework. I'm not perfect, but there are kids worse than me. Why can't you see that? I'm mad at myself for displeasing you.
I'm mad at myself for turning out to be the opposite of what you expected me to be.
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