Dearest Daddy,

Shut up.
I'm nineteen with a 2.79 GPA attending college for FREE!!!
If you have something to worry about me, worry about the fact I can't seem to pass the DMV's written test.
I have a cellphone with the world's most ridiculously long battery life.
Call it sometimes and I'll prove to you that I'm alive and well.
You make up rules.
Too many, unrelated, superficial, and pointless rules.
I work, just so you don't have to spend your hard-earned cash on me.
I'm paying you back for the xbox.
I love you and maybe I should say it to your face but you make it so HARD.
I should man up.
I am an open bisexual and it scares you that someone will hurt me because they're as homophobic as you.
I smoke pot.
In very tiny amounts.
I don't know how to do taxes but I know how to balance checks and keep track of bills.
I'm always broke but never in debt.
Most of my money goes to twinkies.
I'm afraid of ending up alone but only because I've been suffocated all my life by you, making it seem like my life should be lived with a constant.
I've learned that's not the case.
I'm incredibly adjustable.
Stop calling me 'stupid' & 'disgusting'.
I'm neither.
You're the reason I started going on anti-depressants and to therapy.
I don't hate you but your actions.
They're too confusing.
I have nightmares and night terrors but you'll never know because you just make fun whenever I show up crying.
You've made me so afraid of showing emotions when it matters the most.
You're the reason I say "I love you" to him too many times because you'll never say it to me and I want to make sure he's not kept in the dark like I am.
You don't fucking listen.
Sometimes, all I want is to hug you...
And other times, I want you to just hit me.
Make me bleed and bruise so I'll have an excuse to hit you back and not feel bad about it.

I won't blame you for how I'll turn out, I'll thank you.
But Daddy please, let me grow up.