You're the reason for my tears at night. They tell me to get over it but they have never endured such pain. They suffered pain, but not my pain.

You are the reason why I starve. Because I'll choose dance over education, dance over food and dance over family since dance provided me with everything. But you don't want to interfere in it, not your responsibility. But dance is my life. 

You are the reason why the marriage is in chaos, why the family is broken, for our tears. You are dirty, your involvement in the Red Light District makes me sick, you make me sick. Don't tell me not to go to Tumblr while eating. Tell me a valid reason for your involvement in the Red Light District, even though I don't think there can be a valid excuse. 

You are the reason why they tell me to eat so that I have energy to dance, get scholarships. But they are so naive and give so superficial help! I can't pay for a basic dance education, I can't pay for the fees required to stay in the competitive team! You see why I have to starve, it's the only way to get money! Because I can't get money from mom, not when he her dry, that bastard. 

Don't say, "you're rude, you don't respect your relatives, you don't greet them." Should I say, "you're rude, you don't respect my mom, you her dry." But I can't say it, so shut up, all I want is for you to get out of my house.