You have lost your daughter.
I hate you and I hate your boyfriend too.

You will never get me back so don’t try.
I’m camsex done with you and because of that,
there is nothing keeping chicas cam me here to earth.
I can be free finally.
I can leave.

Basically tonight I called a bitch out on her lies and bullshit.

I’ve never been so mean.
I’ve never wanted to kick someones ass so bad.

Although, I woudn’t mind.
When Monday comes around I might get suspended for fighting some bitch.

 I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allan Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie ectoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids-and I might even said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they only see my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination-indeed, everything and anything except me.
 Nor is my invisibility exactly a matter of biochemical accident to my epidermis. That invisibility to which I refer occurs because of a peculiar disposition of the eyes of those with whom I come in contact. A matter of the construction of their inner eyes, those eyes with which the look through their physical eyes upon reality. I am not complaining, nor am I protesting either. It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves. Then too you’re constantly being bumped against by those of poor vision. Or again, you often doubt if you really exist. You wonder whether you aren’t simply a phantom in other people’s minds. Say, a figure in a nightmare which the sleeper tries with all his strength to destroy. It’s when you feel like this that, out of resentment, you begin to bump people back. And, let me confess, you feel that way most of the time. You ache with the need to convince yourself that you do exist in the real world, that you’re part of all the sound and anguish, and you strike out with your fists, you curse and you swear to make them recognize you. And, alas, it’s seldom successful.

What she said: No one has the answer to what life means. You make the best of what have. You fight for what you have. We are just all taking stabs and walking around blindly. I’m 38 years old and I left college. Why? I left because I was there for four years and I didn’t know what I wanted. And I still can’t find out. All I know is I want to survive because this is the only life I get. I will be damned if someone is going to put me down and make me feel like shit. I am not going to kill myself over other peoples xxx ignorance. The only reason I am still here is because of you and my other children and I don’t regret anything. Not a dam thing. I have tried to kill myself but my children stopped me. You may think that no one loves you but people do. The people that yell and fight with you are the ones that love you and care.

My point is that killing yourself is a very selfish thing to do. Your grandmother wanted to talk to you the other day.
I mean, I am sorry but something is wrong with you Treasure. You are always talking about wanting to die. Your grandmother teared up and said she would pray for you. IF you did die so many people would care and cry because they lost you.