Dear Daddy
So if anyone owns a gun or knows someone who wants to kill someone for free. keep spreading the word. because my dfad just threatened my life if I stay in HIS house for one more day. Because my mom has the flu. And I sor-of do. So I take care of her and am not even home during the day. But I take care os his wife because no one else in this entire world will show her love or any attention. But I do and apparently I will get "shot or beaten" if I stay abnother twenty four hours in this bitch. You think I like being here? You think I call you useless or a a stupid son-of-a bitch for noything? To your own family members that are mine also-because you just dont feel like calling your mother on mothers day or thanksgiving. You think you are worth my time when much more usefull uses of human species walk this earth? I would trade the five years you were nice to me for ten years of abuse from anyone else. You are shit to me. You have no more meaning than a piece of string at a thread shop. (best analogy I could come up with) The only thing that stops me from beating your useless and empty head with a baseball abt is that we dont have one. We have many other things. Bvut truthfully-you are not worth my time. Even a thougbht of a glance. Or the breath that it takes to sigh at your face and think of....wow what a waste of oxygen. What a waste of human space. You calm harm to others....when really you should be trying to kill yourself. If you died soon. I would bring a boom box, wear bright pink to your funeral, and say the eulogy of "Well, thank goodness there is less suffering in the world. Drink up! What are going to do with his ashes? oh um...probably just leave them here. They'll just throw them out...we really dont need him taking up more space that could be used for...eh dust. We're both going to get a fresh start on life. I serioiusly have never been more wronged by anyone. Not that you are worth being called "anyone" or "anything". I would worship the spit or gum on my shoe than even look at you. Because I am sick of puking over you. Either cause I'm too fat, or disgusted by looking at you or thinking of you or hearing the ugliest voice in the world. Of all the abortions my grandma had...why weren't you one of them?