Dear Mom (A Hypothetical Letter)

I know that every time a teenager runs away and leaves a note saying “Don’t freak out,” the parents or whoever freak out anyway. But please don’t. I have a plan, and if things get too heavy, I know your number and our address. I’m not happy here, and I met someone who wants to run off somewhere. He seems to know what he’s doing, and I like that. Yeah, he’s a bit of a junkie, and a bit older, but he also understands me. Oh, how fucking cliche I sound, talking about an older guy who understands me. But I’m your daughter, so I actually do know what’s going on. I might go down south, or east. I want to go somewhere warm, but I can’t be too picky. I love you, Mom. You’ve done an amazing parenting job despite all the horrible shit you’ve gone through. I’m sorry for doing this to you, please don’t be mad.
Sincerely,
Your Daughter