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I hate you Dad. I really really do. You don't even know anything at all and yet, you chose to blame me any-o-how. Right. Call yourself a FORMER POLY STUDENT. If I had really NOT attended BDC for the whole school semester, SP would have sent a letter to YOU, saying that I've been EXPELLED from that module you sickening dumbshit! So don't go accusing me falsely.

Oh. And 1 more thing. If you're pissed with me, tell me straight to my face, like what you used to tell me before. Don't vent out your frustrations on Grandma and accuse her of giving me too much face. FUCK YOU! You can't even look after your own fucking skin and you even rely on Grandma to look after your bloody parrots every single day and you don't even give a damn about me so don't you dare accuse her you bloody ass!

If you're not happy with me being your fucking son, change the bloody birth certificate then!

P.S: I hate you Dad. I hate you to the core.

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