I'm not perfect. I never have been and never will be. I can't pretend like I'm happy anymore. We fight like acid to someone's bare skin. I can't be a perfect daughter that you want me to be. You have criticized me so many times over in my life. I can't take this anymore. You have pushed me so far over the edge that I can't find my way back. I have tried so hard but it seems like you don't budge at all. Yes, some of the fighting is my fault but it takes two people to fight. I am sick of the tears, stress and the constant guilt trips. It's tearing what's left of our family apart. I can't be just your daughter. I'm apparently a selfish, ungrateful girl who dresses like a streetwalker. I can't be here.