hmmmmmmmmmmm. you make me so fucking angry. i just want to ask you why and make you explain exactly what crossed your mind when you did everything you did to me. but no, you have no fucking time for your daughter… what about harry? does he know anything about me and jessica? i doubt it. because you are ashamed of what you did to us. and i hope for each day of the rest of your life the mere thought makes you feel sick with shame. you are the true definition of a bastard and i hate you so much.. so explain this to me? if i hate you so much, why can’t i stop thinking about you? thinking about harry? thinking about what you are doing with your life? thinking about why you never called to see how we were doing? thinking about why you didn’t fight for us? i never did anything to deserve what i got, none of us did. maybe you were in a bad place? who knows.. i will never, as you havent called and to be honest you probably never will. i hope you do regret what you done and for the sake of us, you call… i try not to miss you, but i do. i have someone better in my life, we both do. someone who cares for us like a father would seeing as ours fucked up his chance to know us. but theres always going to be that hole in my heart.. and it’s up to you to try to fill it. i don’t want you to be part of my life anymore and i never will. i just want answers and possibly an apology, but even i know that will never happen. i wish you all the best in the future with you new perfect little family. i wish them luck, who knows you’re a loose cannon you could possibly turn on them one day. but hey ho, what can i say. don’t say i never warned them. fuck you!