J'ai rien à faire, donc voici une lettre que j'ai écris à mon père... Et non je ne lui ai pas donnée, j'suis pas folle, il m'aurait tuée =]
I hate you from the bottom of my fucking heart. You always scream at me and then wonder why I'm angry. You never said you were proud. You always say you regret "what you've done" .If you regret my life, then why did you gave it to me? You're always comparing my behavior with others' because you say they act better than me. Who knows? You've been in their lives? No. So SHUT UP, WOULD YA. I'm always crying because of you. All you do is scolding me. But I'm not listening to the half of your sayings. You're always telling me what to do. What if I don't want? I get scolded. Seems you live by scolding your kid. Then you wonder why I put all this black? Because you made me all black inside, you fucking idiot. You're the first one to put me down, and then you hope for me to have self-esteem? No way. I don't want to be like you because I HATE YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY FUCKING HEART.
Don't wonder why if you die alone.
You deserve it.
I have no friends?
LOOK AT YOURSELF. CAN'T KEEP A GIRLFRIEND MORE THAN 2 YEARS.
I wanna be who I want and I'll never listen to you because you'll never change that.
SO LET ME BE AND
FUCK YOU.
Joyeux, non? =D