I've blocked you out of my life. I don't speak with you, I don't make eye contact, and I'm about as far away from you as I can get in this apartment. I don't want to be close to you.

I didn't choose you to be part of my life. I had no part in it.

You gave my a birthday card, but I haven't opened it because I know exactly what it is. I don't want your fucking money.

Do you offer when I need to go to the doctor or when I can't afford food for myself and my sister? No.

It's just my fucking birthday. I can choose whether or not to celebrate it. I don't want to celebrate something in which I had no choice in, that doesn't seem right.