Yes, I don't care if you wanna hypnotise my dad with your witch words, go ahead. But don't you think calling me "stupid" is getting too old. I'm oblivious to being called that, because I know, I'm not. I would look for a job, if I wanna risk my life being tired 24/7. Been there, done that. And I myself, know that I'm not that type of person who works & school at the same time. You think I'm nothing like you nephews/nieces, so what? I don't care. I'm still me, I'm having more fun then them, worrying about money while people who are in poverty needs them, they save money. Why not donate it instead? I know why, because your side of the family is shamefully selfish, arrogant, big-headed and talk-as-if-they're-good-but-they're-not. So listen bitch, if you wanna mess with my dad's mind, fine to me. But think, that messy & run-down house is still my mum's & dad's property and please shut up when my brother is still paying the bills. All you do is nag, you should go out and play. Imagine waking up at 9AM, and she started what's she's best at: spotting my flaws and nag, nag, nag like an old hag. I dyed my hair black, woke up early and feed the cats before you both wake up. Sometimes I hope they see all that.

The bottom line: I totally hate that bitch-step-mother. So what she helped me last time? It's the past and it's her fault for believing me. I never did want her to trust me, at all costs. She's up for sale. Anyone interested? Guess not. And here's payback to all the misery you caused. I hope your nice-attitude nephews/nieces read this!

Note to readers: This is referred to that woman who lived under one roof with me. If you got offended, I'm so sorry. Really, it's for her, not anyone else.