Loved.

Thanks a lot for humiliating me outside in public in front of so many people. Thanks for always ruining my Christmas week. Thanks for making me feel so loved.

Yup, love. Soooo much love. Your priorities are wrong. You choose inanimate objects over a real deal human being over here who is of blood relation to you.

Thanks for giving me this cold shoulder. Youre always ruining my Christmas week and our fights are always about money. For 4 consecutive years, we always fight. Fight, fight, fight, fight.

Fuck money. The same bloody reason why we always fight. Fuck money, fuck money, fuck money.

I want to be a fucking millionaire and throw thousand dollar bills at your face showing you that I've made it, I've made a stand on this world.

I'll show you that I'm capable of things more greater than this.