I don't even LIVE with my father. I don't give two craps what he likes. That he doesn't like my boyfriend? Too bad. Fat? Cheating? HOEBAG? Don't YOU whinge REGULARLY about being fat? You've not even SEEN me in God only knows how many years. Cheating? No, not at all, thanks. I'm engaged, THANKS. Hoebag? How many people can you count on ONLY your fingers? There's more than ten, isn't there? That I'm even WRITING to you is past me. When was the last time that I whinged, about anything? Before this crap of an entry. Your life is crap. Your relationships are crap. You're poor. Stop crapping on me and mine, thanks.
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-Chelsea.
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