A Forgotten Daughter’s Letter, chapter 1
Dear Daddy,
I am certain you are my dad because everyone says I have your eyes, nose, and personality features. Why did you put me up for adoption, Daddy? So you can be a selfish git and become famous while I rot away with no one who loves me? You have no idea how much I hate you right now. I look at the T.V. and see your ugly, selfish face. You threw away a life to make your's better, Daddy, and I do not appreciate that at all.
Mommy died 5 years ago. Did you know that, Daddy? I bet you didn't, because you're too busy getting wasted and high with your stupid idiot friends who have nothing better to do than make sexual jokes and make everyone think they should be worshipped. I bet you don't even remember me, Daddy, because I looked at your biography at www.geekstinkbreath.net, and it says you have 2 SONS. Where's your daughter, Daddy? Where's your daughter that should be with you? SHE'S RIGHT HERE IN AN ORPHANAGE. That's right, I said ORPHANAGE, and it's because of YOUR ungrateful ass that I'm here.
But do you care? I think not. You are making me think very lowly of you. You're not being a very good role model, Daddy, and celebrities are supposed to be GREAT role models. But what do you do? You act like you're 18 years old and write off stupid songs bashing the government, how great masturbation is, and the pain of panic attacks. And worst of all, you think you have no responsibility at all.
I didn't write just to yell at you, Daddy. I also wrote to make you remember your past, and who was in it. But did you cast me away because I was born on your dad's death day? Just because you can't cope doesn't mean you can throw away your own daughter! I mean, that's just cruel and unusual punishment. Believe it or not, I'm coming to your next show in Houston in two weeks, Daddy, and I'm going to MAKE you adopt me back. Or I will persuade Mike or Tre to adopt me, because I will NOT tolerate being separated from you any longer. I mean, I'm your daughter, we're not supposed to be away from each other! I gotta go. The Headmistress says I have to do the dishes.
Your Miserable Daughter,
Janis
I am certain you are my dad because everyone says I have your eyes, nose, and personality features. Why did you put me up for adoption, Daddy? So you can be a selfish git and become famous while I rot away with no one who loves me? You have no idea how much I hate you right now. I look at the T.V. and see your ugly, selfish face. You threw away a life to make your's better, Daddy, and I do not appreciate that at all.
Mommy died 5 years ago. Did you know that, Daddy? I bet you didn't, because you're too busy getting wasted and high with your stupid idiot friends who have nothing better to do than make sexual jokes and make everyone think they should be worshipped. I bet you don't even remember me, Daddy, because I looked at your biography at www.geekstinkbreath.net, and it says you have 2 SONS. Where's your daughter, Daddy? Where's your daughter that should be with you? SHE'S RIGHT HERE IN AN ORPHANAGE. That's right, I said ORPHANAGE, and it's because of YOUR ungrateful ass that I'm here.
But do you care? I think not. You are making me think very lowly of you. You're not being a very good role model, Daddy, and celebrities are supposed to be GREAT role models. But what do you do? You act like you're 18 years old and write off stupid songs bashing the government, how great masturbation is, and the pain of panic attacks. And worst of all, you think you have no responsibility at all.
I didn't write just to yell at you, Daddy. I also wrote to make you remember your past, and who was in it. But did you cast me away because I was born on your dad's death day? Just because you can't cope doesn't mean you can throw away your own daughter! I mean, that's just cruel and unusual punishment. Believe it or not, I'm coming to your next show in Houston in two weeks, Daddy, and I'm going to MAKE you adopt me back. Or I will persuade Mike or Tre to adopt me, because I will NOT tolerate being separated from you any longer. I mean, I'm your daughter, we're not supposed to be away from each other! I gotta go. The Headmistress says I have to do the dishes.
Your Miserable Daughter,
Janis
