What Rhiannon wrote in her Live Journal about her Dad

Sunday, October 12th, 2003

Fucking bastard.

Fucking manipulative bastard. Twist all your words, put all the blame on her shoulders, will you, you fucking irresponsible idiot. Fucking druggie, pot-smoker, cigarettes, beer, what the FUCK. Yeah, you think I don't know - surprised you, didn't I, when I used that against you in our argument? Yeah, well fuck you. I have a fucking nose and I've been around my friends enough to know what the FUCK my FUCKING DOG looks like WHEN YOU FUCKING TOOK HER OUT AND GOT HER FUCKING STONED WITH YOUR FUCKING FRIENDS.

Don't EVER fuck with my dog again, you manipulative loser. She was freaked out of her mind - mom was worried, she was acting so oddly, needing lots of hugs... Don't you DARE. How DARE you. I didn't have the heart to tell mom the dog was high as fuck though. She said she'd kick you out, didn't she?

Well fuck you.

Go the fuck away.

I hope mom divorces you.

Don't think we didn't hear that little conversation. Melanie wanted to stop it - wanted to go yell at you. Said mom couldn't handle it. I told her no, mom was handling it just fine, and she needed to come to her own conclusions. Fucking situation needs to get the fuck RESOLVED for once.

Ever wonder why I don't come home? Why I fucking avoid you? Why I don't work on the shit you give me to program, why I don't tell you shit, why I ignore whatever demands you make on me to change my fucking lifestyle? It's because YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT! You don't fucking CARE about me, don't fucking care about ANYTHING. Never asked me WHY I do shit, no, it's all "just stop it Rose," hit me on the head if I don't, don't care at fucking ALL.

Fuck.

I'd ask you to get out of my life but you never were in it.

So get the fuck away from her.

She can do a lot better than you - and she cares about people, too.

Bastard.

Fuck off.