I wish I had another family, one who cared about my education. I see my friends’ parents helping them with their future. Mine complains about the fact that I’m saving money for university. And she’s a rich whore, she could use her money of changing the car every year to help me with just having food to eat while I study. At the end of the day I’ll still be the third wheel of this family. She has her dear husband, her lovely kid. And I? I’m just the mistake from another marriage. At least you could’ve gave me someone who helped me. Instead of letting me crying, gasping, throwing because none of my colleagues wanted to study and my teachers were ignoring my needs for knowledge. Now i’m the person in university who came from a poor background. What do I know? I’m so stupid. And it’s your fault. You have the money. You say you’ll buy me silicone for me to find a husband. Why don’t you help to live? I’m dying because I have nothing good inside of me.