to my parents.

You worry too much, though I give you plenty reason to do so. I've always been scared of disappointing you, but I've gotten to the point that I don't care anymore. I'm doing things my way, for me, and don't care what you think anymore.
Bottom line is, I love you. You've stuck with me through the hell of the last few months, and I'm thankful for that. Though I know I don't show it.

Love,
Rebecca