My name is Samantha. If you're ever bored or just need someone to talk to, my AIM is shehadthewxrld

<sup><sub>Dear Father,

             I hate you so much. I can't stand to be around you, and I honestly would feel no sadness if you were out of my life forever. None whatsoever. Actually, I hope you will be out of my life, really soon. I can't wait for the day when I finally get to see you for the last time, and when I know I'll never have to be in your presence again. I'm anxiously awaiting the day I'm told that you've died. No, I won't be coming to your funeral, so you can clear that thought out of your massive head right now. You will NEVER meet my children. I can't believe I (or anyone, for that matter) could be cursed with having such a horrible father. I can't stand the thought of you. Just seeing your face makes me want to die. How could you not see that I was serious? Every single time I said I hated something, you passed it off as some stupid phase where I was being "emo". There are so many things I could say to you, but since I'm above "cussing people out", I'll bite my tongue for the moment. I'm working on never having to see you again. You call me ungrateful? You don't even know. You think everything that happens to me is just out in the open. You know NOTHING about my life, except for the occasional bit of information I throw out there to keep you off my back. So stop pretending like you know everything. I can't wait to be rid of you, finally, forever. You think you're such an amazing father, but you really have no idea. You've RUINED me. It's your fault I'm probably dead right now. The only reason I'm writing you this is to let you know how much I hate you. Everyone's probably telling you it's not your fault, but it is. I can't stand you, and I'm so excited for the day I don't have to deal with you anymore.

                                                                    I hate you,
                                                                              Samantha</sub></sup>