Fuck. You.
Don’t fucking call me and yell at me.
You don’t call me for 3 months, never answer my calls, never even texted the fuck back, and you think you have the right to be mad at me?
Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?
Just stop talking me, completely.
All I see you as is a burden;
something I just have to deal with.
Why don’t you try talking to me nicely for a change, and maybe I’ll WANT to spend time with you, rather than barking at me over a voicemail.
Fuck off.
FURTHERMORE: DON’T EVER, EVER FUCKING TELL ME YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN MY MOTHER DOES, BECAUSE GOD KNOWS HOW MANY DAYS I’VE SPENT WITH YOU COMPARED TO HER 18 YEARS. FUCK YOU.

