Dear Mr.sperm donor.

Dear Mr. Sperm donor,

Hello Father dearest. How are you? Just in case you wonder, I am doing quite well. Though I am aware that you don't give a shit, I figured this out a while ago actually. In fact, I was a fool to think you could care about anyone but yourself. Just in case I was wrong though, here's a memo to tell you how your daughter is doing.

Well, where to start? I'm gay, much, I'm sure, to you're disgust. I have a girlfriend, who I love more than anything. She's beautiful, unique, and everything I could have dreamed of and more. I'd say I'd like you to meet her, but I don't. I'd hate for her to think I'm anything like you. Other than that, I'm back to school, Taking English honours 10, science 10, writing 12, P.E 10, socials 10, mathematics 10, planning 10, and I'm a T.A for a P.E 9/10 class. If you gave a damn, I'd say that's something to be proud of your daughter for, I'd say it's a pretty good course choice. Not to mention I got into a grad course in grade 10. Obviously I didn't get my brain from you.

By the way, I am very sorry for your losses, your mother and father passed, correct? I miss grandma Stell, unlike you, I thought she was pretty cool. I regret that I never got to meet my grandpa, I'm sure he was cool to, since I heard you didn't like him either. Did you know? My Dad passed away a year ago, march 11th 2006. Though I guess you don't really care. You never did like Jesse did you. Probably because he was 1000 times the man you'll ever be, and he was much cooler.

Sincerely,
your daughter who hates your guts.
you do remember me don't you?
well, you do now.

Ah Wisconsin. Land of the cheese. and boredom.

I set off at 3am on august 19th. Arriving in Milwaukee, Wisconsin at 11pm. Gramma will be waiting, a large sign and ecstatic grin plastered on her weary face. Hugs, kisses, an offer to get my bag, rejected. Bags grabbed, How was the flight? Am I hungry? Did I have any troubles getting through customs? The car will fill with country music, foot tapping, questions diligently answered. The room, flamingo plastered, old bed. Soft carpet, rather sleep there. No, no, I'll be much more comfortable on the bed. Awake at night, creaking springs. Just don't move. And don't think about the long week ahead, and how much you miss your own room, friends, and above all, don't think about a week without the one person you can't live without.

Shit happens, Eat chocolate! (Previously nightmares and narcotics)

Needs

I don't need presents, I need clothes when mine don't fit or are ripped.
I don't need to go out for dinner every 5 days, I need proper food for everyday.
I don't need a clean box house in a shit whole neighbor hood, I need a normal house were I can go out with out getting the crap beaten out of me, and room to move around.
I don't need you to tell me "good job" when I do something well, I need you to tell me you to tell me "it's okay" when I do something wrong.
I don't need you to tell me you love me for the times I meet your expectations, I need you to tell me you love me for the times when I am me.
I don't need a fancy car for when you drive me places, I need a way to get around when you can't.
I don't need new books, I need proper glasses so I can read them.
I don't need a fancy toothbrush, I need a dentist appointment to fix my teeth.
I don't need 100 hundred popular friends to be seen around, I need 1 friend I want to be seen with.
I don't need a boyfried I don't like so I can seem cool, I need a girlfriend I love so I can be me.