Dear Father

Dear Father,

You're so full of it, aren't you? You're so full of shit. You really think that the grin on my face is because of you? If it was because of you, I would have to be really fucking ill in the head.

I don't know why mum hasn't divorced you yet. I don't know why she hasn't told you to fuck off and get your shit out ofour her house, [color=]oh daddy dearest.

Honestly, truly, [color=]hate isn't a strong enough word for what I feel about you.

I hope you get to read this one day. It's about time reality bit you in the arse.

Lots of Love.

YOUR FUCKING DAUGHTER.