She just turned 24, and has no idea what the f*ck is going on in her life anymore. From complicated relationships, to a victory lap to finally finish her degree, she decided to start writing about her life in an attempt to make sence of it.
As you grow, the dynamic between yourself and your parent(s) changes, and that's not necessarily a bad thing. We grow more independent, our tastes start to change, and we gain perspective. The following are letters to my father. Some will be heartwarming while others come from my broken heart.