All I wanted was a gold belt! But you're a crazy, insecure, jealous woman, that's why you call it "dancer outfit" and slur my name. It's just a belt, Mom, but you're awful. You also refused to buy me even a single drop of lip gloss, even though I'm turning eighteen. You say I'm a whore if I wear makeup, and you'll tell Dad. Even though Dad doesn't gaf with what I wear, you're insanely jealous because you have daddy issues it's so clear ew. You're not satisfied with just stopping me from wearing a single drop of lip gloss or wearing one thing I like. I asked for just one thing, and I've never asked for anything before, but again you're turning Dad against me. I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU(_K:Dancing is considered bad in my society, that's why she used as an insult. I know this is disgusting.)