[Poggio]

Dear Mom,

There is a reason why I have not visited you. It was not work. You can not take care of your kids, you can not take care of yourself and I will not watch you drown in bottles of Merlot slowly committing suicide. You are unaware just how much psychological damage you have actually done to your children. You are suppose to be the provider, not a thief, not a pathological liar, you don't deserve my trust. Certainly not my love. I don't speak much, my self esteem is all but non existent. However I will smack the shit out you. I am sick of you hurting my father. You left us, how dear you have the gal to come back. None of your children want you back.

Dear Father,

There are some things faith can not fix. Go find yourself a woman that goes to church and listen to your fucking kids once and a while. Even the one that isnt biologically yours cares more about you then that woman. And you always seem to help her. This isn't love.

Dear New year:

You aren't turning out so good. At least let me have another job by my birthday.

Dear Ice cream: While I enjoy spoiling myself you were a bad idea.