It's impossible to talk to you because you never know how you're going to
react to anything. I'm sick of you having absolutely no interest in
anyone but yourself. When I call you spend half an hour talking about how
your uni is going and don't even ask how my studies are going. You hardly
ever call, why do you speak to my sisters but not me? What have they got
that I haven't?
Just thinking and paying a bit more attention to your children would be
good. I know you're bankrupt, and I wasn't expecting anything for my
birthday, I'd just like you to remember! Is that too much to ask for?
You're not the only one who's stressed, I feel like I'm having a nervous
breakdown at the moment, but do you know anything about that or even care?
I've done my best to forgive you for everything that happened before you and
Mum divorced, but it's so difficult. Why do I have to be the one to do all
the running around. I could so easily turn my back on you and never see
you again. I hate you.
