Every single tear that was shed the past hour, NOT ONE was for you both. You know what they were for? They were shed out of REGRET. Regret at ever having to be born.

My life is crumbling right before my eyes, right now, right here. I don't care if this sounds over dramatic, tomorrow I will be forced to give up any pursuit of higher education, but what a pity, because the fact that they even have to resort to threatening me with funding- then it doesn't say much about them, does it. Your daughter's such a bitch you have to take away her medical school education in order to discipline her. Well, its YOUR daughter isn't it. YOUR shit that YOU BOTH produced.

And to you, don't ever, ever, ask me to go to church with you on Sunday anymore. Because if that's what the Church taught you to be, then I'd rather not be part of it. Eternal life? No, thanks. What's the point in living a bloody eternity if your whole life is going to be filled with such prejudice?

You want to tear up my forms. Cancel my air ticket. If that is your idea of love and acceptance, go ahead.