I hate you. I really do. I’m really fucking sorry that I was excited to do something for my future. I didn’t ask to be invited to the congress. I’ve been trying to find out the cost and how I can get financial aid but unfortunately that requires getting the information in the mail. I haven’t said a damn thing to you about this because I’m waiting to have answers to the questions I know you’ll have. I fucking hate you for making me feel bad for accomplishing something. This could make a serious difference in my future but you only care about yourself. Congratulations. Another one of your kids can’t fucking stand you.