Fuck you. You messed up and who pay the goddamned price? Your daughter. You're not man enough to say it was all your fault. You can't admit to yourself that it would have been better to just kill us all. Not that you didn't. Every day I die a little bit more, because of you. You wrecked my life. I was in a bubble, a perfect bubble, not only did you pop the bubble, you stabbed me in the process.
My tears are not of sadness, but of anger. You see the salty stains on my jeans, perhaps I have a bit of that "teen angst" your friend talks about. Well, fuck that. My tears are the sweat of my road towards vengance. Someday you will feel what I feel, watch your mother fail and refuse to admit that she's inadequate. That's what you are, a failure. I can take care of me better than you can. I am more qualified than you are, I take care of my family when you can't or won't. I don't care which. All I care about is the pain you cause everyone around you. You don't see the pain. Fuck you, mother