I know I'm not the best.

I don't look like those 90lbs girls walking down the street, and I don't have the prettiest face. I'm not the brightest. I make some of my choices without a second thought. But I really do try to be better. Is that not enough? Sorry.  

 

Well, you don't have to yell or see me anymore. I'm leaving in about a month.
I'm sorry that I'm not the daughter that you asked for.