Nov 26, 2006 20:20
DEAR FATHER.
NEXT TIME.
GO ORDER YOUR OWN GODDAMN FOOD.
PICK UP THE BLOODY PHONE AND GO ORDER YOUR OWN GODDAMN FUCKING FOOD.
ASSWIPE.
ITS NOT MY FAULT THE MOTHERFUCKER ON THE OTHER LINE HEARD WRONGLY AND DIDNT EVEN REPEAT THE ORDER.
SO FATHER, DONT GIVE YOUR FUCKING ATTITUDE.
IF YOU DONT WANT ANY MISTAKES, THEN DO IT BY YOUR FUCKING SELF.
AND NOW, YOU CAN HAVE MY FOOD.
I DONT FUCKING CARE.
I DONT WANT TO EAT WITH THE FAMILY.
YOU ASK WHY I ALWAYS GO OUT?
FUCK YES, FATHER, YOURE THE REASON.
SOON.
IM GETTING OUT OF THIS HELLHOLE, AWAY FROM YOU.
AWAY FROM YOUR FUCKING ATTITUDE.
AWAY FROM ALL YOUR STUPID CUSSING-UNDER-YOUR-BREATH-THINKING-I-CANNOT-HEAR.
I CAN HEAR EVERYTHING, CRYSTAL CLEARLY.
i swear you make me so mad sometimes.