i know being a twelve year old girl is hard. i’ve been there. some days it feels like i never left. i know what it is to be angry and not know why, or sad, or pathetic. what i didn’t expect is that i would want to shake you….hard. i thought i would be better at ignoring you when you are being ridiculous. i certainly didn’t foresee telling you to stop looking like you’re smelling a turd. i didn’t think i would yell that you could either look miserable OR mumble under your breath, but not both. i’m beginning to understand why my father always thought my melancholy teenage episodes were directed at him. i know that it’s not about me….mostly. but for crying out loud, could you stop trying to be so unhappy. i’ve run through my gamete of ways to turn that frown upside down.
i wasn’t prepared for how mean you can be. it hurts my feelings when you talk to me like i’m an idiot. i know things. i mean, i’m sure i won’t be as smart about things as you are…until you turn 25 or so.
so, i’ll do better at trying to love you when you’re acting like jerk, if you will only be mean to me at home. that sounds like a compromise i think we can both hold to.
i’m really glad we had this chat. now we just have to get through the next 13 years.