From Oscar to Elisabitch

I knew I was right when I called you the crack whore daughter.  Not a literal crack whore, but a figurative one.  All you think about is yourself and no one else, you selfish bitch.  You don’t care how you’re hurting your dad or mom with cutting them out of your life and keeping them from their grandson, do you?  No, because it’s not your fucking problem, is it?!  I hate you.  The others love you, and maybe I love you a little, but right now I hate your fucking guts.  I want to tell you in a letter on MySpace…but then I couldn’t see you cry when you read it, and I want to see you hurt, just like you’ve been making me hurt.  Little witch!  I tried to be nice to you, but you wouldn’t let me.  This is the only safe place I have to vent now.  Jack wants me to shutup, and Mama (Betty) is warning me to stop while I’m ahead.  You’re lucky they love you so much, because I’d just as soon rip your head off and shit down your neck.  Some daughter you turned out to be!!!!!

Oscar