To a great mother who tries her best.

I don't want forgiveness because I never said thing you think I did. One day you will realise I meant what I say, that day will be a sad one. You will realise that you never got to know me, that you don't know what I like, who I love, who I don't. It will be one of your biggest regrets. I wonder if you know that we are halfway there. That I don't tell you about the details of my life. That I know as I'm telling you how I feel that my mind is not what you want to know, you want gossip something to brag to your friends about. Do you know that?

I've said hurtful things but how can you believe I said that of all things even as revenge for those hurtful things you said but didn't mean. You made a comparison. But they are nothing alike you said something but didn't mean it. I never said the thing you heard. You are bitter I guess I am too. I know the regret I have to look forward to, it's already here to an extent. Do you have any idea? I don't think you do and that saddens me greatly. It will creep up on you, I try to warn you but your ears aren't open to my voice.