Dear Jerkface,

Maybe she was my cat.. Maybe I didn't want to give her up. I knew we couldn't care for her and I knew I wasn't there. But with her? You had to leave her with her? Of all the fucking people in the world you couldn't think of anyone else? She'll die now in her care. Just like the other one did in yours. You don't know what you're doing. You're not meant to have animals. You're a sick fucking little kid and I hope you rot here in your grandmothers fucking trailer because god knows you can't get on your own two fucking feet and help yourself for once in your life. You'll always be spoiled. You'll always have to be right. You'll always think you care when inside you really don't. Because you don't know pain. You don't feel it. You're not human and you never will be and I'm sick of watching you putter though your life being this worthless waste of a life and making me have to make more of my life just because you won't clean up after yourself, your cat, or anyone else. You insufficient little fuck... Poor you. Not enough meat on a sandwhich. So you have to go out and buy a computer part to feel better. Oops rent was this week wasn't it? Oh well call grandma and she'll kiss the boo-boo and make it all fucking better like she always does. because she doesn't know how to just let the baby cry in the crib. She doesn't fucking see what you do to us or anyone else. No one seems to. Just me... so then maybe it's me...

-Me

Dear selfish bitch,

Your promises don't mean anything do they? Your family's gone to hell and you still push me away for druggee deadbeat mother. You dated me- I slept with you and all you ever do is push me away for your fucking MMO so you can be in your own little world with that fat pig that mooches your food and makes you wait on her hand and foot because you won't open your mouth and defend anyone you care about. All you care about is getting that motherly bond with that bitch that sucks dick for a living that you're not going to fucking get. Get over yourself. She's more of a mother than I ever got. At least she still fucking CARES about her kids even if she doesn't show it. My mother doesn't give a rat's ass about me. You were a cared for accident and I was a planned punchingbag. You want something to whine about? How about being told that all you ever do is blame shit on yourself when that's all you see some things as. How about wondering if at your mothers in a pool of blood is a better place to be than "home"? How about listening to the girl you once fucking loved go on about how someone she hates is there for more than 5 hours, asleep in her bed, when I don't even get to fall asleep at your house. How about listening to you laugh about hanging out with her and your mother all fucking day and going shopping and doing all this fun shit without me? If you don't fucking like me than just say it and if you do then stop wasting your time ass kissing to the bitch with withered angel wings you think is going to save you and start spending time with the people who aren't going to leave you hanging every day that they call. Or maybe it's just me... wishing I could still love you...

-Me

Dear incosiderate pig,

A walking contradicition... You don't know when to stop do you? You don't see what you cause the people around you because you just don't care. So long as you can feed your face, why would care if you've outstayed your welcome? Because the person you hurt won't speak, I do. Because they're too blind to see that you away from them would help. Because the owner of the house constantly stalks to make sure you aren't there to eat all the food, mooch all of her money, and make a racket to the wee hours of the night. Don't be an idiot. Look before you leap. Have some courtesy. And for crying out loud, stop whining. You're always emo. Because you MAKE yourself emo. You're worse than a fucking high schooler. Get your head out of your ass and wake up. If you stopped eating so fucking much, you won't cry about your weight all the time. If you learned that with life comes death you won't turn into a man-eater every time shit goes wrong. Mourning is one thing. Being a bitch for the next year is a whole nother animal. I'm sick of hearing shit about you. People puposly avoid you. And getting emo over shit doesn't fucking help. Get a LIFE. Really. Besides the refrigerator I mean. because as much as it will miss you, you don't need it to fucking survive... or maybe it's just me...

-Me

Dear loving but annoying dork,

As sweet as you are we all have our quirks... You drive me nuts sometimes. If you can't hear someone, you almost have a heart attack going "what?! WHAT!?" and get frustrated when we tell you to calm down. Relax a little will you? For fuck's sake... I understand that he gets on your nerves alot but jesus no reason to tell me every little thing. I grew out of running to people and whining about him because I did it way too often if he starts shit with you get over it. Telling other people's not going to make shit any better. I'm not saying you can't vent. Just chill. I mean seriously... sanwhich meat...? I don't care! Now if it's something like with the cat or something about the computers that's one thing but I don't give a shit if he had a whole fucking 3 PIECES OF MEAT on his sandwhich! I mean you're not entirely wrong. I just don't care. You mentioned to me earlier today you weren't sure how much was your emotional problems and how much was your laziness. From watching you, alot is laziness. Not that I can talk, just telling you what I see. Because you can be in a perfectly fine mood for once and still sleep all freaking day or just sit on your game or on other sites and do nothing. Not even get up to go to the store with him. Don't whine about his laziness when you do it, too. I did more cleaning than either of you. I always do. It still might not be much but it's better than what either of you do. It's a pain in the ass cleaning up everything- between two guys and the cat and myself. I shouldn't have to subject myself to this. I'm not everyone's freaking maid just because I bust my ass at finding a job and fail at every turn... or maybe it's just me...

-Me

Dear lying cunt,

Happy Birthday, bitch. Was it another good fucking year? Living through another fucking surgery? Was it good to know I wansn't there for this one either? Was it good to know that I wasn't in your life for another year? Was it good to know this is another year you cheated the system into thinking you're the perfect fucking parent and don't owe me a dime? Was it another good fucking year knowing that I was struggling at home to make ends meet while you sat on your ass watching your husband bust his ass to make everything fucking perfect for you? I bet it was. I bet it was great to know you're the fucking princess of the family just because you got diseased a few years ago. I don't mean the cancer. I'm talking before all that shit. You got another tumor scraped off of you about 20 years ago and sits here pissed as fuck now. How about you wipe that bitchy little grin off your face for once in your life and tell me you're not disappointed in me even though I'm a bi wiccan smoker. Because guess what your sister can do it. And that's more than you got going for you. I can't believe it... That someone I've only ever met a few days in my life loves me more than you do. Congradulations whore. I was the planned accident. I don't know what you were thinking. Glad you could have a kid and pissed when you grew up? If you want a kid that stays a kid forever I'll get you a tamamgotchi and you and it can go rot in hell and the two of you can live happily ever fucking after watching what you did to me all those years and aybe you'll see that you weren't the fucking parent you always thought you were. Oh yea... I forgot... it's not your fault... it's just me...

-Me

Dear angel of dog,

It must be so tiring being the angel of a god that would choose you, the most obnoxious living remnant of his insanity on earth, to be the messener of god himself... What an HONOR. To see that you're the only one that can do anyhing right in this world, you're just like your oldest sister. You'd look God himself dead in the eye and say "No I'M right!" The world revolves around you and your selfish little mind and that's what makes life worht living for you, isn't it? Something that makes you just get off is people having pity on you and caring about you when you don't even fucking need it. Get off your high horse from hell and get down to earth like that fucking kids show you think you want to make. Get your head out of your ass and live life the way it should be. With people having their OWN opinions. Quit acting like you own the earth. You're in your 50s and I'm more mature than you. Get a clue... Or maybe it's just me..

-Me

PS... I mean every word. I don't care. And to those that ask why I don't, I just don't and leave it at that. I don't care if it hurts you. I don't care if I made you cry. I don't care if I made you cut. In fact, I feel nothing towards it at all. If you're willing to listen, then do so. If you're not then shut up and don't talk to me. get a life other than me. If you don't want it, then throw it away.

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