Dear Stephenie.

Dear Stephenie, I wanted to inform you of the following: I Hate you. I hate your smile. I hate your clothes. I Hate you. I hate how you speak. I hate how you dress. I Hate you. I hate your lies. I hate your broken promises. I Hate you. I hate how you stare at me, pretending like you cans see into my soul. I hate the way you act like you know me better than I know myself. I Hate you. I hate that society expects me to love you just because... Just because You are my mother.