You know, Mother.

I put a lot of time and effort into loving you. Compared to my usual effort to be compatible with life, I mean - that's an EXTREME workload. I make you pancakes when you don't feel well, I send you nice things, I draw for you. I do what you say, and I don't curse in front of you. I don't do drugs. I'm not a delinquent.

But ah, I gotta say. Ever since Fuckface McGenitalballs came back, you have been treating me like shit.
And the whole occasional "awww wuts wong, chey-chey" bullshit? Yeah. I'm done with that cock trap.
Fuck you.

Me and Melissa - his SISTER IN LAW - both hate him. He's a cheater, a flat-out lying CHEATER, and you hang with his bitch ass. This little prick. You know, if you had given up after the SECOND chance you gave him, we wouldn't be in this fucking mess. But no. It was maybe the fourth time you got back with him that you two had lovely celebratory fuck and made the little shit eating your insides.
You lied to me. You told me you would never let a man get between me and you, because that's what Grandma did.
But you know what?
Grandma at least acted like she cared about me around Tim. She spent time with ME to the point where I wanted her to leave. You? I can't wait until Jake leaves JUST so I can annoy YOU.
What is wrong with you? Why the fuck would you do that? Do you know how lonely I am?
I have no dad to turn to. He's dead. I have no grandpa - he's dead too. Grandma can shove a stick up her ass and burn it. Chris can suck one.
So what the fuck is wrong with you, letting me fend for myself while your pregnant ass fucks Jake all night long?

You let me hate him when he was in jail. You let me curse and rant and chuckle at how retarded he was.
But the fucking instant he's home, you're all over him.
What the fuck is this shit, eh? You're bullshittin' me here, ma. You know who bullshits?
Politicians. My English teacher. Matt's disgusting fucking bitch of a sister Becky.
They bullshit. I believed in you, ma. But no more. No fucking more.

I don't care if they say you have diabetes. I don't care if something happens to Radley. Fuck this family, and fuck you. When I turn eighteen, I'm fuckin' moving to New Zealand, where somebody gives a rat's ass if I exist or not.