I always thought I’d be crying to you about boys, not crying to boys about you. I’m trying my best and it’s still not good enough for you. Why can’t you love me or at least pretend to like me? Why do you like them more? I deserve your acknowledgment. I respect you, defend you and am nicer to you than they are. I have achieved so fucking much. More than they ever will. Stop comparing me to them and treat me like a person. You asked me what I wanted for Christmas, how can I say the only thing I want is for you to say you’re proud of me and actually mean it?
Lotta love,
Your other grandchild xo