Hi my dearest,

there my mother start to kaopei me,
fuck, now u wan me call him FATHER,
funny, over my dead body.
& now here she goes again,
comparing me & my bro. wat the fck.
its not my problem, its too bad tat i born fers
its too bad u cant fite over my bro wiv him,
is jus too bad u had me instead. ur luck,
so wat, its none of my business,
& oya, there is no way, i will call him FATHER
tis life im not goin to call anione tat name,
fuckers.
& mind u, is not i wan giv u attitude,
is jus so happened de hp dropped on de floor when u hit de sofa,
den u say is i throw tantrum anihow throw hp.
den start fucking scold me,
from years ago de thing oso cna take out now
say over n over again,
wadeva, wadeva fckin shit u say is rite.
i wont say a thing,
i wont waste my fucking effort to argue wiv u,
BASTARD.
u scold me so long i dint say a thing,
den u fcking act call him complain i tis n tat.
LIKE I CARE A SINGLE LITTLE SHIT ABOUT IT.

& BITCH, mind ur words.
FUCK U BITCH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ,
DUN CONTINUE ON N ON LYK A BLOODY IDIOT
WHEN I DUN SAY ANITHING,
U JUST SHUT DE FUCK UP U BITCH.
STOP THINKIN U R ALL RIGHT
WHEN U DUN EVEN NOE DE TRUTH,
& PLEASE, MAY UR FUCKING EYE SEE CLEARLY
IF MY HAND THROW DE HP ON DE FLOOR
BEFORE U FUCKING SCOLD ME THROW TANTRUM.
FUCKER.