Welcome to the empty shell that is now your daughter. Don't expect anything from me ever again. If I didn't care so much about getting a great job so I can leave you two fucking bell-end motherfucking pieces of shiet behind, I would fail every class I had just to stick it to you.
Just leave me the fuck alone, because you can be well sure that I will leave you so alone that you will forget you ever had a daughter. In fact, I'm hoping you will forget.
Because when I leave your shietty old senile bodies to die here, and I go off to sunny San Diego to live out the rest of my life, you can make sure I would have forgotten about you.
YOU SELFISH SPINELESS MOTHERFUCKING PIECES OF SHIET. YOU CLING TO ME SO TIGHTLY THAT I CHOKE.
Well there is no more "me" to cling to. So cling onto each other.
I hope you fucking strangle each other.
- dyanne. ♠
'Sorry, I don't speak Abercrombie and Fitch.'
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