Deffie's back with a vengeance and she owes it all to [i]her[/i].

I'm a worthless, lying little bitch and just to put the icing on the cake i've [i]made myself[/i] [redundant].

For a year and a half I played the perfect child, too afraid to get put in another fucking strange fosterhome with strange people and their own motherfucking set of strange rules.

She told me she'd keep me till I was 16 and I could move out on my own. Fuck that.

Apparantly everything I do wrong I do especially for her. JUSt to make HER upset.

Of course I'm the one who's screwed up. Her husband won't even share a bed with her anymore. He actually [i] prefers [/i] the couch. Her daughter couldn't motherfucking WAIT to ditch this household and is now enjoying the free life in university.

She plays this enlightened new-age naturopath but then she goes into a bitch fit/ eats craploads of junkfood. "I eat really well so I'm allowed to eat more junk" she says. Fuck that shit.

To top it all off, to put the motherfucking icing on the motherfucking cake, I think I might be pregnant.

But would that stop me? No.

I'm going through hell on earth and all I got were these stupid red ribbons accross my arms.

If I am pregnant, I only have this to say:

Morgan, I'm sorry you're going to be born to such a fucked up mommy.

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