Dearest mother...
Mommy, why don't you stop being such a shrew? You fucking black hole of a bitch, you. You suck at my soul and heart until you have taken everything I can give you. Goddammit, I'm sick of it. Fuck this shit right now. You tell me that "If I'm making you so damn miserable, then find another job!" And all I have to say is...Please, do us all a favor, and stop being so unbelievably overdramatic about every minute fucking detail. It makes it literally impossible to carry on a rational adult conversation. I ask "Why do you have to be so insulting about it?" and you SCREAM "HOW AM I BEING INSULTING!?!??!?!I'M NOT BEING INSULTING!!! BLAH BLAH FUCK!" Defensive a little? Second of all, if I were to get any escape from your insidious bitchiness, I'd have to fucking join the witness protection program. I mean, for fucks sake, my brother is 26 years old, and you still hen peck the shit out of him about any and every error that you can find in his life.
FUCK YOU, I'm going out.
Your beautiful daughter who will always be happier than you, but isn't happy about it at all, you fucking moron.
FUCK YOU, I'm going out.
Your beautiful daughter who will always be happier than you, but isn't happy about it at all, you fucking moron.