Family?
Do they help me? Do they support me? No. They don’t care. At least not in my eyes. This is why I “cry out for help.” I can’t help but tear up at the thought. Parents don’t care.
I write lyrics and sing… My parents, “Baili. Give up on that. It’s a waste of your time.” I’m writing a story. Parents: “Try if you must but don’t cry to us if it doesn’t pull through.”
Took me three years to get them to buy me an ipod. And took four or five to get them to buy a guitar.
That’s why I’m moving! I graduate highschool and I’m gone!That’s it. That’s all.
~Baili-Ann
P.S. Dear old mom and dad… LEAVE ME ALONE! Read the shirt!
