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Sometimes i really wish that she would just rush in and say this sentence to me, "You are no longer my daughter." I've counted, and the results are, 30% belong to happy moments, 70%arent. Sometimes it's just really so frustrating living under the same roof as her. You think i dont want to havea good relationship with her? Of course i do. But it's she who refuse to compromise with me. She is constantly using money to control me and even till now. But hello? I DONT USE HER money anymore. I pay my own bills and eat on my own money. She has NO right to threaten me with money. Fuck bitch. I hate you. Like totally.
♥ With love, Amanda