"Unfortunately, all I know is what he didn't want. And that's me." - Chuck Bass, Gossip Girl.

You don't know me. Heck, you don't even know the least about me. All you know is my name and why I'm here. And that in your book, I'm the winner for being the greatest slacker in the world, who doesn't study hard at all because I just want to waste your money. You say I waste your money, but you waste your money too. I just pick that up from you. You buys tons of stuff you don't even use or you don't even need. And you don't spend that amount of money having fun, or letting others have fun.
I still don't understand why you have to keep emphasizing on the freaking same thing. And these things don't even make the least bit of sense. Every freaking thing you see about me is nonsense. You keep saying, "Oh, you have a boyfriend, fine go back to Philippines cuz you being here is useless as you don't study and you spend all your time with him." You don't know how much I appreciate you being so cool about this. (note the sarcasm)
I wasn't here on my birthday, you said you'd take the day off before so that you could celebrate it with me. But we didn't go out at all. Oh wait, you and the rest of my family went out. Without me, even though it's supposedly my birthday celebration. You think that's not a big deal? I don't even think you'd remember wishing me a Happy Birthday if not for me informing you that I'm finally 14. You don't know how much it hurt. All you know is that I'm not good enough you qualify as your daughter. And that nothing I ever do can be good enough. You don't how how I feel everytime I try to do something for you. But I'd always fall flat on my face, because you never notice.
Not saying that I do have a boyfriend, but can you even blame me if I had one? Do you know how much I long to feel loved by you, or any other member of the family, in this case. And you won't even let me go out with my friends. You don't know how hard it is in high school anymore. Once you pass on hanging out with your friends, you'd miss out on a lot, and sooner or later, they would've left you behind. And you're social status stands on the land. Is it really my fault if I really want to feel loved? If the only way I could ever feel loved is when I have someone you tells me he loves me by my side?
You hardly even show you care, let alone tell me you do. And when I get mad at something. And I don't even do anything wrong, I get screwed for it. So I might as well do everything wrong, huh? Don't freaking throw all the blame on me for that.