Ticks and Leeches
I thought and I thought about what I should write back to you two. I can only offer what I have left to give... nothing. I really would like to have a relationship with you, Garry. But I don't have it in me anymore. I'm tired of you and I'm really tired of Pat. Nice pick for the card Pat, and I know Garry put his best foot forward in writing his name. Good show. You can e-mail this letter to all of your God-fearing friends and tell them what a heathen I am. I don't care. I really don't. For all of my life I have been surrounded with religion and anger and stupidity. I am finally going to be myself the way I want. Not your calls or pretty little cards is going to stop that. I don't like either of you. You aren't going to change my mind by sending me a gift certificate for my birthday- nice personal touch by the way. I really enjoy the sentiment. It must have taken you hours to come up with that one. Your card will go where it belongs, in the trash. Your efforts are futile and pathetic. You really had me going there for awhile. I thought that we could be friends, never really have a dad-daughter relationship, but I was shooting for friends. The two people I cared most about in your family are gone. I have nothing left to give you. I don't even want to know you, either of you. If I could afford a divorce from your name, you bet I would. But after all, it's just a name that means absolutely nothing to me. I am going to go out today, have a beer with my best-friends and say, screw the world. You don't like anything about me. So why are you trying? You never liked the way I dressed, sorry it's not alfred dunner Pat, I really tried, but oddly enough all of his outfits look like bad wall paper. You don't like what I think, you don't like that I have become my own person and not a carbon copy of you. I never will be, so let it go. These next few lines are by a band I like that sum up every feeling I have. They're called TOOL and if you ever feel like downloading them, or buying a C.D. start out with AEnima. Good start.
Suck and suck. Suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck.
Workin up under my patience like a little tick.
Fat little parasite. Suck me dry.
My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards.
You have turned my blood cold and bitter,
beat my compassion black and blue.
Hope this is what you wanted.
Hope this is what you had in mind.
Cuz this is what you're getting.
I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.
I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.
Taken all I can taken all I can, we can take. Taken all you can taken you can, we can take.
Got nothing left to give to you.
Blood suckin parasitic little blood suckin parasitic little
blood suckin parasitic little tick
Take what you want and then go.
Suck me dry.
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted?
Cuz this this is what you're getting
I hope, I hope, I hope you choke.
-Katie
Don't just call me pesimist, try and read between the lines....
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This was a letter to my asshole of a father and his dumbass wife.I dislike them- if you couldn't tell. Over the years of my life, he has done nothing to make things better. He only complicates things and makes you feel like shit. I guess I should be used to it. But I honestly can say, my anger is close to hatred. While I am aware that only hurts me, I don't give a flying fuck. Atleast I'm feeling an emotion instead of numb- Thank you Maynard! By the way, that little saying after my name, also a TOOL song. AEnima.
Anyway, that's all I've got for now. It's my birthday, 21! WOOO! I'm going to go have a beer with my mom here in a bit. The bitch is out! See ya's!
Suck and suck. Suckin up all you can suckin up all you can suck.
Workin up under my patience like a little tick.
Fat little parasite. Suck me dry.
My blood is bruised and borrowed. You thieving bastards.
You have turned my blood cold and bitter,
beat my compassion black and blue.
Hope this is what you wanted.
Hope this is what you had in mind.
Cuz this is what you're getting.
I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.
I hope you're choking. I hope you choke on this.
Taken all I can taken all I can, we can take. Taken all you can taken you can, we can take.
Got nothing left to give to you.
Blood suckin parasitic little blood suckin parasitic little
blood suckin parasitic little tick
Take what you want and then go.
Suck me dry.
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you had in mind?
Is this what you wanted?
Cuz this this is what you're getting
I hope, I hope, I hope you choke.
-Katie
Don't just call me pesimist, try and read between the lines....
~~~~~~~~~~~
This was a letter to my asshole of a father and his dumbass wife.I dislike them- if you couldn't tell. Over the years of my life, he has done nothing to make things better. He only complicates things and makes you feel like shit. I guess I should be used to it. But I honestly can say, my anger is close to hatred. While I am aware that only hurts me, I don't give a flying fuck. Atleast I'm feeling an emotion instead of numb- Thank you Maynard! By the way, that little saying after my name, also a TOOL song. AEnima.
Anyway, that's all I've got for now. It's my birthday, 21! WOOO! I'm going to go have a beer with my mom here in a bit. The bitch is out! See ya's!
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