Please do not spit on your words with a sugar-laced tongue.
I hope you're furious. I hope there is foam flowing out of your mouth like Niagara Falls, and I hope that god doesn't open the gates for you. I hope you don't expect me to love you like a daughter is supposed to.
i left my mom a letter on her bed telling her i wanted to move in with my dad, and then left. court is only 9 days away. she doesn't want me in her life, so why the **** would she give birth to me?