When we feel love or something like that for someone, we learn to suffer and hate like that person.We feel what they feel and sometimes we feel more. My cousin, my sister, we’re all scapegoats in this family. I am the little rude *****, my cousin Laura is a stupid satanic slut with a shitty life because of her black painted nails. And Layla, oh, the poor  little fat girl. She’s the destroyer and the devil, the sinner who ended our relative peace, because she tented grampa to sin and we all know he is a great man of God and that she is the daughter of Satan and most be sacrificed to God Almighty. Is her fault and she is a ***** of Satan.
Inside of me, I don’t know what I feel. Am I angry or indifferent? Do I want to hang the bastard by the testicles  or just spit in his face? I think I want to kill him, but I don’t know. I mean, what he did was disgusting and everything is so revolting. I want to burn his stomach  with emetics, do I want to hate the ************? Am I angry? What is this shit?
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It’s you reporting a crime to the police detective.
lol what’s with all those Nirvana related user names
Maybe it’s because I like Nirvana (?)
Damn *we