Dear Mom and Dad—I’m still going to call you that. I’m not sure why I’m writing this, it’ll only make you angry. You think I’m the angry one, but that’s not true. I have a friend who tells me I should never speak to you again, never see you. But even after everything that’s happened I can’t imagine that. That’s what’s so fucked up. It’s weird, because you taught me all these things growing up, about family and loyalty. About what’s important in a person’s life. But it was just a lie. And I know you told it because you wanted me to love you. And I did. I do. You don’t want that, though. The hardest thing to tell you is I’m happy. Or I will be soon. And even if I go away, don’t worry, I’m here. I exist. You have to live with that.
Sempre la famiglia!