Letters I'll never send...

Letter 1

Dear Bio Dad,

You haunt my sleep. I wake up in sweat and scared because I have nightmares of you coming for me after you get out of prison. I do not miss you, I do not love you, I do not give a shit what happens to you. You hurt me, not as physically as you hurt my brother, but mentally I'm all messed up, and that's thanks to years of abuse, both mental and physical, and then everything that happened afterwards, but you know what? I'm successful. I'm HAPPY. I'm PROUD of where I am, because I came from hell and I've made plans, and set things in motion to have an amazing future, and you? Well, you may be getting three meals a day and a bed to sleep in, which is more than you gave us, but I am sure your inmates aren't treating you kindly--I'm sure they don't take child abuse and neglect lightly...or perhaps they're treating you EXTRA kindly..either way your life sucks ass and I couldn't be happier about that right now. I have a future, and you have...metal bars and assault to look forward to. Have a blast in prison "dad" because you'll be there for quite some time. You may have messed me up a little bit, but that's nothing compared to how messed up you're getting right now. And I enjoy the thought of that because you deserve so much worse than that, so you're lucky we live in the US. If you EVER try to come and find me when you get out prison, I can promise you that you will regret it. So many other things can be said to you, but in all honesty, I don't care enough to waste any more of my time on the worthless, waste of space, horrible human being that you are. I hope you rot in there. 

--angelena

P.S. Don't drop the soap...actually, it can be pretty slippery sometimes so you won't be able to help it, and dropping it is inevitable--encouraged, actually.