i cant take it anymore..
i dunno why im stil staying in tis house wif a mother who couldnt giv a shit..
seriously??

u argue abt the smallest thing to me..
i dowan mention wad we argue abt, it would just end up making my mum sound fucking childish..

i dunno u love me or not as a son..
i dont care if u do anymore if the answer is yes or no..
nxt year i would be too busy to care for ur sorry ass anyway rite??
i got better things to care off than u..