You make me feel like I'm a selfish bitch everytime you open your mouth. It's not my fault that we don't have any money. Honestly, that's your fucking fault, because you won't get off of your fucking ass and find a job! I'm sorry that I need new clothes for school! I'm sorry that I'm such a fucking burden to take care of! Nothing fits me anymore. My jeans fall off my ass, and my t-shirts look like I borrowed them from my non-existent boyfriend (I'm gay asf). They're so fucking huge on me now. I'm sorry that I'm losing some damn weight! It's not like I'm asking you for 500 fucking dollars to spend on weed. I just want maybe a 100, so I can at least buy a couple new shirts and 2 pairs of jeans. It wouldn't kill you to get off your ass and actually provide for our family instead of draining every penny out of Papa. If you hate me that much then get rid of me!
