My father was stabbed to death when I was 7. He was a drug dealer. I moved in with my Aunt and was molested by my cousin for years. I joined the Marine Corps and went to the war in Iraq. I am a horrible person. Honestly, I hate to look at myself in the mirror. I hate the sound of my own voice. I literally hate everything about me. I don’t have the balls to commit suicide, but I would be very pleased if I didn’t have to live too much longer.
