I’m indignant at everyone around me. I wish that stupid pregnant w**** has a miscarriage. If my career was my priority, I wouldn’t have children until I’m secure. We’re both only teaching assistants. She knows how to complain about me to the vice dean, and she can’t help but receive a d***. Then she pretends to be an honest woman. I was sick when I heard she was pregnant. I congratulated her via her aunt, but deep inside I was furious and I wished that she loses her pregnancy. I may not even be able to get pregnant, since I have PCOS. I hate girls who are afraid of getting pregnant. Take birth control pills if you do not want this to happen, you dumb sluts. I always let my ex c** inside, and I was angry when he would pull out his c***. I believe that contraception is a woman’s obligation. I hate all young women who have s**. I would cut the womb of those sluts. And mine as well, since my mother said that I was one of them; that I should tie my ovaries, she even imitated me m*********** and made fun of me because I wanted s**. The psychiatrist said it was normal to have s**. And if his daughter behaved like that, he would probably be ashamed of her. That’s what I told him. Is it that hard to j******* and not f***? We are not animals. At least that’s what my mother says. My father wanted to kick me out of the house when he found out I was on the pill (because that means I’m getting the d***) and told me to move out. He wanted to give my studio apartment in the town where I work, to a girl who is a single mother. That poor thing was fucked by boyfriend, who then dumped her. She was stupid enough to get pregnant (maybe she did it on purpose, to keep him). And she’s a pole dancer. Her mother, my former teacher in elementary school, shamelessly showed me a video of her daughter spinning around the pole. And now she is surprised that her daughter is a w****. And my father wants to buy me a new apartment and a garage, to have another apartment in his collection. He has a narcissistic personality disorder. I hate how he yelled at me when he saw me j*******, and when I saw him do the same thing I didn’t say anything. My parents and friends abused me emotionally. I’m angry at everyone around me. I’m not always like this, but I’m on the verge of cracking up. I scream, roar and throw things around. I’m going to hurt somebody.