most of my childhood I felt self hate most of the time. I would begrudge meeting people half way and wanted things my way often. I learnt to play the game back and stab everyone who got in my face with kindness. now I admit I am a mouthy b**** and I don’t care who I hurt. I often want to kill. I could kill if pushed when I am short fused. sometimes I have to make myself fit in with others when I fucken well don’t want to. I just want to make people depressed as hell now for what they did to me. I want to make love a dirty bag of poison for them like they did to me. I hate them still and given a chance I wish I could attack my relatives I want to punch them if I get a chance I will get a hit in. the hatred is so real. I will never put up with K again. I hate them I hate them I never did like them, and their grotty faces. I sometimes give fuckers what they want so they love me and feel guilty they hate me and love me and love is now a poison for them. go s*** it up the s*** and eat it. that is what I am about.

I give love a bad name!!!!!