(A text message to my father)
When you asked me about my consulting session today. You asked if it was good and if it was productive. I said it was good, but I didn't know if it was productive. I started to doubt myself. Even though I asked you to do it I doubt myself. Was it actually worth wasting precious money on something stupid that you can do with your own family? We are already poor enough as it is. We have to pull from our emergency funds. That can't be good.

Mom said that the reason why you don't bring us out on daughter-dad-date is because we do not have enough money for that. She says that this saddens you.

When I get sad I cry, my head gets flushed, and it's sometimes hard for me to talk/eat.

To be honest, I don't believe you when you say I can talk to you when ever and aboi anything. I feel as if you don't really care about me. Maybe you don't try enough, maybe I don't.

I'm just scared of rejection. There are things I say that I think will.illiect a certain reaction from you all but it doesn't. It makes me feel stupid and that I have to walk on egg shells around you or something.

When you makes promises and forget it or outright go back on them. It breaks my trust.

The reason why we sometimes stay in our rooms is because we don't like being near you; that being with you is uncomfortable.

Since I don't want a broken relationship with my own parents. If I ever feel like I can't talk to you I'll try to write letters to you. I don't know if this will work, but it's the thought that counts.