Im sad and angry. Very much of both.
I toy with the idea of taking the life of some motherfucking douchbag that doesn’t deserve the life they were born into. But I cannot do it.
It angers me that someone so pure at heart can get the shaft and be born to a broken home and ya ya blah blah blah boo hoo etc, yet some fucking foul piece of shit can have it all; loving family, high metabolism, a perfectly not undersized manhood, opportunity.
God is cruel.
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You know what? You are so goddamn right it’s unbelievable. Why do the good people have to go through the worst things? It’s so unfair and I plan on changing it.
Yes, I’ve thought about taking some undeserving fuck with me. I’m not a killer, though. I prefer communicating with words rather than actions. And that is what I will leave them with when/if I commit suicide. I want the people who made my life hell to know that they influenced my depression and it is their fault I am dead. I also want to leave some elaborate speech about how bullying/mistreatment can affect someone. Yeah, I know. This all sounds melodramatic and psychotic.
But hey, if I’m going to die, then I might as well get everything off my chest and every thought out of my head…
Well that’s what they are for to support friends family but they can also only do some much to help u I know that’s my life is rough