Dear my wanna be father,

I have other un-posted blogs written, from school. They just aren't on here yet. Too lazy to type them up.

I must say the following, to relieve some of the irritation from myself:

Dear my wanna be father,

you do too much! & you try too hard to do the things that you THINK a parent, or excuse me, a father should do. you're always nagging about how you aren't getting respected, acknowledged, and all that. are you hearing yourself? you really tried to say that you raised me. Negro please, with the help of my mother & other significant adults in my life, I RAISED MYSELF. Its so imaginable how a father is supposed to teach his daughter about guys, people, life lessons, etc. You didn't do any of that. You just think that since i know right from wrong, theres no need for you to accomplish that part of parent hood & "raising me". & your shared earnings are just like child support to me. You give it to me because you feel you have to. Man, whatever. I don't want your cash. I just need me a dam* job. You act JUST LIKE my aunt. No wonder you both are cancers. yall share the same characteristics. you also hate that I have a life & you don't. am i right? yess. i would write more, but i got other sh*t to do.

Sincerely,
your disrespectful, spoiled, misbehaved child.