Dear Mom

You can't handle me telling you how I feel. I can't always explain this shit. I don't always want to. You need to learn to sometimes accept that I'm going to be pissy for no fucking reason and there's not shit anybody can do about it. Maybe that makes me a bitch. Maybe that makes me ungrateful. At least I don't act one way to my kids and another to my boyfriend. I wish you'd understand how I feel. I wish I could understand how you act sometimes too, because you're literally a walking puzzle sometimes. Don't get mad at me for trying to calm down in ways you may not like during church, because I didn't have to. I could have did something way worse. I wanted to. but I didn't. Because I'm not a bitch, unlike your opinion of me. Thanks.