You mother fucker you take every thing away . I loved my father i was daddys little girl , he was going to surprise us  for               thanksgiving , and christmas you mother fucker I want to go. How come you cant take me too , you mother fucker take me from this Earth. Make my family hert more then you already made them you mother fucker. Dont take my grandma away shes my best friend the only person other then my father that gets me . You mother fucker you might as well cut my heart it already aches , I know i cut my self and scar my self  You mother fucker i loved you i praised you, i prayed to you , and you hert me and break me down. I just want to hug him now he is just ashes. at least you could send him to me in my dreams . YOU MOTHER FUCKER . I cant but i do for give you,YOU MOTHER FUCKER.
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Such hate. Such power. Such WILL.
Venting is always good.
Even in times of desperation, when you have nothing to hold on to or for, hope is there for you, Always.
You didn’t give me much to work with here.
Stay strong. Stay you. Stay the person who likes the word “************!”
That is exactly what I have said to the supposed GOD everyone is so in love with. Your rant describes the thin boundary to rage that is expressly the derivative of dispair and hopleness. Drugs and drink dont cure that. Love makes it worse. Nothing is tollerable until we realize it is us we hate. The next step is into black in hopes of confronting the ill. The only way to stop is to kill the hate, fuel the fire, bring it into the open and see what you want and forget the rest. What does it matter if you cant get beyond you.
exactly gary you got who i was sayinga it may be sick but idc i wont drink or do drugs i know better maybe pot if any thing but still no im young im only 15