17 Again

Before you go through with this I want to remind you of September 7th 1988, it was the first time that I saw you. You were reading Less Than Zero and you were wearing a Guns & Roses T-shirt. I'd never seen anything so perfect. I remember thinking that I had to have you or I'd die... Then you whispered that you loved me at the homecoming dance and I felt so peaceful and safe because I knew that no matter what happened from that day on, nothing can ever be that bad, because I had you. And then I grew up and I lost my way, and I blamed you for my failures. I know that you think you have to do this today... I don't want you to, but I guess for I love you, I should let you move on.

— "You can't handle the truth!"
— What?
— I'm sorry, I panicked. It was the first thing that came into my mind. Your Majesty.

— If you girls don't respect yourselves... then how do you expect anyone else to respect you? Right?
— Don't respect me.
— No, don't respect me.
— You don't even have to remember my name.
— Wow, that's slutty. First of all, you slut.
— This is some other dad's problem.