Dear Anonymous,
Is me being perfect all you really want? It feels like it. Is perfection all I was made to do? I can see why you'd hope for me to be so. But I'm not. I've spent my entire life trying to fulfill that dream of yours, but I can't do it. I'm sorry. It's not within my ability.
I know that you feel like you have my best interests at heart. But sometimes I feel I never really had much of a childhood...like I was forced to grow up too quickly. Even when I think about it...did I really ever have a moment when I felt like I was having a lot of fun, a feeling that I wouldn't forget? I don't think so. I really don't. Sure, there were times when I was relaxed, times when I felt good, but...I forgot those easily.
I'm really grateful for you. Really, I am, even though at times it may not seem like it. Can't you, for once, be grateful for me?
Signed, Your Daughter