my dad told me a demon told him to go kill himself when he was drunk back in janurary. i wish that actually happens. i wish he kills himself one day. i wish my brother kills himself too. i wish both of them would die. then i’ll have this house, their insurances and finally live comfortably without the feeling of fear, sorrow, suicidal thoughts, walking on eggshells on a daily f***** basis bc of enduring their f****** abuse, just men children taking it out on me…one f****** girl. pathetic.
i don’t feel horrible in the slightest thinking and daydreaming about this.
it makes me feel relieved and happy.
i’m fucked up.
sure. but f*** some people. they deserve death.
