Dear Family,
I'm sorry, we could never get along. You raised me wrong, and I'm sure we both know it. I figured it'd be best if we just parted ways, so I took the initiative. I left. I have an apartment of my own, which I will not tell you where, as I know you'll want to find me. Don't worry, I'll make it on my own.
I know, some times in life I was a complete and utter a** to all of you. But all of you returned it ten-fold and I just can't handle it anymore. I couldn't stand anymore. This is the cowards way out, but you know what? I'm happy with my decision. I hope you wish I continue to be happy, as I wish it on you.
Admitidly, I hid things from you. I had good reason as well. I used to cut because it was the only way I knew how to not snap on you, the only way I knew how to not kill you in cold blood or put you in your place. I hid it because I knew you'd just damage me worse than you already have. All of you have caused me deep emotional scars that I'm hoping to fix with time away. I hid that I'm an athiest, because I know you'd happily kill them all. I hid the tears I shed every time you hit me or yelled at me simply because I know you don't understand me. As I'm writing this, you don't know how much I'm crying because I care, I love all of you. I wish I could stay...I really do, it'd just never work out if I stayed. I'd slowly get worn down, I'd attempt murder. So trust me, this is best for all of us.
~Love Cindy
EDIT: I hope one day, more earlier than later, to actually be able to leave this letter for them. I'm wishing for the day I can leave.