please don't leave your frigging dishes in my sink or the stroller in the front yard. tplease don't flounce around the place like you own it uyou fon't. you owe my grandparents $100,000. plus interest. i'm not your wife. don't use me as your broke ass excuse anymore. pay attentiont o your kids and get over yourself. you never had any rythm and she'll tire of you before to loong. your hair looks stupid that way. you smell bad. i hate your new clothes i hate the way you carry yorself i fon't need you get that through your fat head and your mother isn't the liar. you are. you are. you are. keep writing. i'm so proud of my cousin and my kids and the fact that we're pushing through all on our own and that movie with sally field and oh shit what oh paul newman makes me think of popcorn and hes' organic too right? i can do that. why didn't my professor email me back. maybe he forgot who i am. of course he's on a trip. how many excuses can i come up with for you letting me down? you let us down. it's comign back around and the payback won't be dished out by me. do i even believe in god or was that just a crutch to help us get throuhg it ? i hope i hope hip hope he calls i wish i could just go swimming or laying on the beaching or have 10 minutes for a shower you have no clue what this is like and your aunt was right about you all along. m'klay?