Dad:
I've held back from this for years because I've thought it was too petty. But listen up, you utter bastard, because I'm fucking sick of it.
Now, generally I don't much care about you one way or another. I don't see much wrong with this because by your actions you've shown that you feel exactly the same. You've broken every promise, you've missed every show; you've not been there at any of my major life events since I was about six.
Where were you when I was in hospital? Where were you at any of the eight shows I've been in - all of which are within five minutes of your house? Where were you when I decided to be homeschooled? Where were you when I considered college? You're a useless excuse for a father. How can you even dare to say to me, "don't go travelling," or "you have to do English?" You don't have a clue. Frank is a far better father than you could ever be, you useless, self-centred, ignorant, bigoted prick.
If you do go to this show tonight, the only reaction I'm going to have is "up yours". I'm not a grown woman yet but I'm pretty damned close, and I've become the person I am without a finger lifted by me; I hope you see how much you've missed. I'm talented, I'm smart, I'm a good singer, I'm a great actor, and within the next two years I'm going to be training to be a professional actor - and there isn't one fucking bit of that that you can point to and say, "that's because of me." You can't be proud because I did this without any input from you whatsoever. If you turn up, you'll be lucky if you get a fucking smile off of me, you bastard.
I officially disown you. Also, I want to sleep with women, so go ahead and shoot your own daughter if you think gay people should be shot.
