My father…
Why would I even call HIM a father? He is evil!
EVIL!
I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!
Yo dad, I hope you fucking die… No, no! Not by my hand. By your own! You're so full of shit, even your sick son can see it. I'm done trying to please you like a dog. I'm done even calling you a dad. By the time you get me out of this fucking jail, I'll be out of your life too. For good. I'm so over you, so over all of you!
I always hated to be your son. Back then, you'd make me wear the stupidest clothes for YOUR visual pleasure. Back then, you'd completely ignore you even had another child. I was YOUR SON! YOUR PROPERTY.
Well no. I ain't yours. I'm done being yours. Just like Kristine left as soon as she was old enough, I'm leaving. Being your son has been the worst part of my life. Now fuck off.
By the time you receive this letter, I'll be out for good you fucking shit stain.
This girl I killed, it was all because I felt like crap. You are the crap. I hope you realise that. I'm guilty of her murder, and it'll stay that way forever. You are NOT taking my reality away from me again. Even with your money. You're done buying everyone. You're done treating us like we are your slaves.
This girl wasn't worth the price. She didn't have to be killed for my misjudgment. She didn't have to die because everything I am is messed up to the core. She didn't have to die because you were too dumb to raise a family.
NOW LET GO OF ME!
Your ''so-called best son of the universe''
Nathan. Fuck your family name. Fuck your heritage. Fuck you.
Go fucking die you ass.
Now I'm overdosed. Your prize for being such a shitty father. I hate you.
This is a suicide letter.