Letters to the Known and Unknown.

venting letter - 2

dear the broken family that has been nothing but bullshit and lies for the last 50 years,

thank you for being a fucking liar. look where it ended up? i can't even look you in the damn face anymore. you aren't my fucking family. there's no fucking way in the world that we are blood related because i wouldn't fucking use my own father for money. i wouldn't make my father favorite me and when the time comes, make him forget about everyone else when it matters the most. you're the fucking reason that i'm never going to wake up on christmas morning and run down to the living room to open presents. instead, i have to wake up, wait until everyone else has woken up, which is fucking, i don't know, like, 20 other people? because of you, you crammed all of us, your older and younger siblings, into a house that was never used until 18 months ago. thanks grandpa for rejecting most of my hugs the last 15 years. you know i care and love you, but you prefer the four. why? i don't know. fuck, even i know i'm doing better in school then they did. i know that i'm gonna get a job before my 26 year old cousin who can't even fucking drive. you put her on a pedestal, thinking that she was the best. but the best was right under your nose. did you ever appreciate him? no, why? his father wasn't your favorite creation. he turned out to be like you. just because he provides for his family unlike you, doesn't mean he's a better husband or father. what kind of father hits his children with a whip? what kind of father slap and trip his children on fucking christmas day? hey dad, i still fucking remember you pushing my brother on the floor because he didn't want to take out the trash in December 2008. everyone just fucking stood there. i remember all the fucking times you've hit mom or yelled at her because of your stupid temper. you act like you're better then grandpa, but you're just fucking like him. oh look, you came home today and i overheard the news. so fucking much for 6 months right? so fucking much for family right? so fucking much for much for taking care of our father right? you all rather drink alcohol and get drunk then take care of your father, knowing he's on his death bed. screw you all.