I put this on my Myspace blog months ago and I still am hoping the person in question might someday see it. Because I can't say it to their face.You- I love you. I'm sorry you have cancer. I'm sorry that I haven't been the perfect daughter and model student like Michael. But you've got to realize that I'm not him. You can't keep making me pay for things he did, and always assuming that I'll do the same thing, like I'll wreck whatever car I get, among other things. You can't expect me to have...