Dear Father,

You don't like me all that much. I am nothing for you to be proud of in your eyes, and you would rather pretend that I don't actually exist as your daughter than acknowledge me as such. Yes, I know this. I remember you getting pissed off on the day that I got my GCSE results because I didn't get any A*'s. My cousin Alice did though didn't she? I saw the look on your face when she was telling you what her results were. I also heard you whine about how my marks where lower than hers to mum later on that day - was only in the next room you know. I know that you're jealous of your brother's family of overachievers. If you'd bothered to look at my results properly you might have noticed that one of my A's was just one mark from being an A*, but that still wouldn't be good for you would it? I'm not good enough for you am I?

You left your old relationship because the woman you were with didn't want children and you did. You regret that decision now though I bet, huh? Is that partly the reason why you sought her out and started talking to her again recently? You know what is the real crusher thought father? The fact that you treat my mum's children and grandchildren better than you treat me and you dance that fact around in front of my face. They aren't yours, they never will be, because they aren't blood related. But I am. However, I get "no," disgusted looks, or silence. Whereas you can't do enough for them, even when you're complaining we're short on money. I don't begrudge them anything at all, I love me brother and sister. I hate you for the difference of treatment though.

You are fat, lazy, and ignorant. You wonder why me and mum don't want to spend time with you? Well it's because all we get when we do is silence, all you do is sit there falling asleep. Or you sit there not saying anything and when spoken to all you respond with are grunts and/or dirty looks. Why would we want stay in the same room as that?

You're a horrible father. Not the worst in the world, I'll give you that. But far from being the best. You're selfish and treat, not only me, but as well, like shit. I can't do much about you right now though, except play dirty. So I do. Yep, it was me that pinched your lamp when mine broke and put it back when yours had stopped working too. Yes, I do make a point to switch off the computer when you leave it unattended during a session - serves you right for leaping up and suddenly deciding that you had to use it instead of your laptop after you overheard me telling mum there were I needed to do on it. I put sugar in your coffee every chance I get, I steal your cereal and yoghurt, and I chipped your favourite mug. And yes, I purposely put screamo and heavy metal on really loud in the morning when you're still sleeping in the morning. Mainly because I love to see the look on your face because you hate that style of music, but also because the lyrics about hate are exactly the kind of things I will yell in your face on the day you eventually make me snap.

You might be my father by blood, but not at heart. I would rather have a father that abandoned me when I was younger than have you. Maybe that way mum would be happier also, rather than being stuck with your lazy ass.

I hate you.

Your passive aggressive daughter.