camping

is a fucking waste of time, money, and energy.

fuck camping. I dunno why I thought that it'd be fun. Yeah for the first goddamn two hours it was great. I thought we would have fun. I thought you would be there for me.

And screw birthday gifts. Before we even left you were like "I don't have a birthday gift for you". Uhm, okay, it's cool. I'm not fucking begging for pricey gifts, all I really wanted to was a fucking 'happy 16th birthday', a true sincere one and I would've been flyin' high for a damn month. What the FUCK. Seriously. On my birthday you didn't even say happy birthday. In fact, you didn't even acknowledge me. What the FUCK. You didn't even TALK to me. WHAT THE FUCK. For her birthday, you planned ahead like six goddamn months and got her a custom made card with her damn name in lights. what the fucking fuck. Then my stupid birthday comes up in two days and you're like "oh HEY it's your 16th BIRTHDAY in a couple days. Oh I didn't get you a gift. Oh I brought that Cheerio shirt you liked so I could wear it. OMGOSH, want it?!" What the FUCK. I don't want your damn pity gift, I would've preferred you to say "Happy 16th birthday" and I would've loved you to bits.

You can say all the damn things you want to me, but your actions don't justify shit.

I'm fucking done with you until you can prove yourself to be different. But why would I wait for that? That's not gonna happen.

I don't know you AT ALL.