Im not a perfect daughter, im not what you expect for a daughter. Im just Cassie, the bipolar... OCD freak that moves the furniture every week. Im that girl thats to shy to talk to you. I wish i could explain things and i wish i could remember things, but i cant. its not my fault , really. its the medications falut. i never wanted this to happen. i want to talk to you about EVERYTHING but i cant, you will yell and when i try to talk to my siblings we fight and then you hit. and we never can just get along when can we just learn to love.? YOu walked out to me after fighting with her and said to me "Thanks alot, appreciate it" like this is all my fault. WHy me? Why blame me for your argument? Im not perfect and i cant do everything right but i try. Thats the point, this whole time... I have been trying.