Fuck you mom and dad. Today I wore a bikini and listed to pop music and splashed in the water and ate a taco and nursed my baby in the sun and water under the bright white clouds. A lifeguard told us to go eat somewhere else and it wasn't even a big deal that someone said I was breaking the rules (that I didn't know about). I didn't feel any shame for doing something wrong. Screw you. It's my life, and it some of it was really good today. People watched us and smiled and laughed because we were so happy it spilled into them. And it wasn't any part of the life you tried to smash me into. Go fuck yourselves and die knowing we were happy today. It pisses me off knowing that you are walking around somewhere on this earth hating me as much as you did the day I was born. It's just too many years of hate, and I don't even know why you are still alive. Please have your lawyer send me your address so that I can snag a few sibling pictures out of your house when you die. Damn you. Why do I eve care?