I don’t care if I’m the most evil person to ever live. You do nothing good for the world and all you do is hurt people. You’re a manipulative bitch who lives in a fantasy in which you are right about everything. You will die alone because you drive everyone who tries to be kind to you insane. I have never in my life seen you show a real emotion. I feel absolutely no shame in saying that the world would be better off without you even if that makes me an awful person. Those quiet whispers after the storm are what haunts me the most. If you weren’t a terrible child there would be no fights. ![]() I can remember how after every fight, every night filled with screams, you’d quietly come to me, calm and cold so abbu couldn’t hear, and say “you know this was your fault. No matter how hard I try, I can’t remember the fine details. So many nights, all I can remember are my painful sobs and your shrieks from whatever you sent you off that particular time. On my 10th birthday you looked me in the eye and said “This is the 10 year anniversary of the worst day of my life.” Between the three rest of us we do everything else. you threaten to kill yourself and say how you wish we were all dead. As soon as your parents died you decided to lead a witch-hunt against the woman.Įverytime something doesn’t go your way. You then found a way to pin all of this on your brother’s wife. If I was there, this wouldn’t have happened.” You did it again once your father died a few weeks after. You looked them in the eye as they grieved their parents and you said “This is why you all should have listened to me. When your mother died you blamed your siblings. But still, you told every person you encountered your sob story. ![]() He never did and the doctors said from the beginning he would be okay. Everything has been really hard for me lately.” Your father was safe and sound at home. You’d tell people who were practically strangers “My father has cancer. When your father was ill you yelled it off the rooftops. They’re my children, I’ll raise them how I want.” I do not understand how someone could actually lack that much self awareness. You’re pathetic and should have studied.”Īs Abbu tried to explain how she’s already upset, you exclaimed with nothing but anger and ego in your voice, “You’re abusing them by showing them love. On the night of my sister’s 15th birthday (tonight), as she sobbed over her stressful week and how she’s struggling in school, you laid down on the couch and decided to question her “Have you studied yet? I have no sympathy for this. You’d then beat me and kick me into the ground.Īs soon as I became big enough that your strikes didn’t hurt so bad, you started talking about how you want a cat. When I was a child you would talk about how every time you saw a cat you had the desire to kick it.
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