If I had a tumor, I would name it Gord

oh, you're intimidating. Infact, you're scaring the daylights out of me, acting all superior and smart. because you're soo smart, aren't you?

oh, fuck off, you dumbass excuse of a stepdad.

You don't even realize when you're wrong, so you look a fucking fool, and don't know it. So you keep being oblivious, thinking you're king-shit! oh fuck you!
I MUST have a higher IQ than you. How on earth did a piece of shit like you even live past the age of twenty? oh right, you lived on a farm, I forgot. Farmers know everything, don't they? They can do everything and anything and are always right, especially with teenagers.
I'm just a teenager, i don't know shit!
Well, if you're so fucking smart, why don't you know how and when to leave me the hell alone? You should know, you know everything else. I mean, you've raised, what, three boys? three. yes three. first, you do not get the pleasure of four, because you didn't do shit in raising my brother. OUT FATHER RAISED US, NOT YOU. three boys. three ADOPTED boys. IM A GIRL, GORD, NOT A BOY LIVING ON A GOD DAMNED FARM WITH A FUCKED UP FAMILY AND NO BRAINS.
oh, question: What moron adopts three boys, and yet puts his OWN SON up for adoption? what the fuck is with that?

Personally, i don't give a flying horse-shit if you baught the computer im typing on right now, I don't give a shit if that gives you the 'right' to go into MY files, I use the damned thing more than you, you know NOTHING about any form of technology, so I should be the one in charge of this thing. Know what? If thats how you want to be, fine, set up the DVD player on your own when you want to watch a movie. Fix the satelite yourself if you push the wrong fucking button. but don't blame me for your god-damned mistakes, YOU made them, not me, enough retarded excuses.

if you knew what was really going through my head, why I have an 'Attitude problem', you would run for your fucking life... But if i just plain told you, or Mom, you would laugh at me, like you always do. because I can't have problems. i'm a teenager, what the hell type of stress am I under? how could I possibly have problems, i'm too young and stupid! How can I have problems? clearly, Gail, she's lying, making this all up to get attention, thats all she wants.
attention. as if. if i wanted attention, I would have slit my wrists... and you know what? recently, thats been a very tempting thought, but not for attention.

you're problem: You're a stuck-up-redneck-self-indulgant-asswhipe. you're no better than toilet paper to me. in fact, you're less than that. I hope you die a a painful death. I hope you learn what it's like to be picked on every day of your fucking life when you become hopeless, weak, and reliant on someone who hates you. I hope you become clinically depressed, I hope you have headaches every day, I hope you oversleep, i hope you're tired all the time.
I hope you die at your own hand, you SOB, you deserve no better than that for what you've put me through. You never said you were proud of me, you never said "good job" without that stupid smirk and sarcasm in your voice. you never think of how I feel when you say something. You're so offensive, and you think everyone will work around you. well fuck you! take some of your own damn advice and learn this, asshole: The world is a mean place, and not everything goes your way. How come you say that to me all the time, and yet expect nothing less of it? Hypocrit!
When I move, I will not come back, and it's because of you. If mom gets sad, don't blame me, blame yourself, asshole, because YOU'RE the one I'm staying away from for the rest of my life, and if Mom pays for it, it's your fucking fault. yours. Accept it, for once in your damned life, and stop trying to make yourself look so good.

Why should I bother trying to even talk to you? I'm leaving in a year, and You wouldn't even TRY. I've tried ignoring you, I've tried to stop our fights, but you just keep pushing me, saying stupid shit at every chance you get, saying its funny... I know you're trying to bug me, start a fight, just so you can win you loser

Lets cut the bullshit.

you wish I didn't exist, and I want you out of my life forever. I want to cut you out of me and throw you in the trashcan, and dump a bunch of gasoline on you and burn you up. But guess what? It won't happen. i'm here for good, and you've already done the damage. I should have exterminated you from my life when I had the chance, before you tied the knot with my mother.

if I die tomorrow, know this:
you ruined my life. You destroyed what was left of my family, self-respect, and trust in people. you ruined my fucking life.

I hope yours turns into an eternal, living hell.