you'll be happy when i goes and don't come back, didn't i do that once and you cried like a pathetic fucking bitch till i returned .. oh when i take my sick father to st.johns your going to sell off all my stuff and get rid of my cat and fuck off.. good at least then we won't have to hear your fucking shit. i should kill myself to get rid of all your problems? bit your every single fucking one of my problems, starting with the fact that your the one who gave fucking birth to me.. i caused my fathers stroke, bitch.. he wouldn't of been half as stress out if you actually knew how to fucking go outside and do something for your fucking self. god, you must of got your parenting skills out of a goddamn cracker jacks box. you don't have to live her like this and you can move into a boarding house tomorrow, do it fucking do it so you can watch someone else get sick of you and your pathetic fucking ways. everythings about you? bitch nothing is about you.. you don't care if you does anything and the places rots to the ground good you can rot with it god your fucked, im sure your mother raised you more decent than what you turned out... best year of my life was the one where i got abused and harrased somewhere else,cause at least then it wasn't happening at home with my own mother.... you keep being too afraid to go outside to find a new house to leave in, to spend money to love someone other than yourself. just sit there, drink your beer and fuck off..
