I hate both of my parents with a passion. I hate my dad for physically and emotionally abusing me for most of my life, and I hate my mother for turning a blind eye towards it and for never standing up for me. If it weren’t for them, I would be a normal person and not a total useless p************ with a plethora of mental issues. I often have fantasies of keeping them locked in our basement, feeding them crickets and s*** and beating the s*** out of them, preferably with a whip. I sometimes have fantasies about sneaking into their room at night with a knife, and then stabbing my dad to death, then my mom, then myself. If they both died tomorrow, I wouldn’t shed a single tear. I f****** despise them both and I don’t think they’re good people, nor do I look up to them or ever want to be like them. I f****** hate my parents, and I f****** hate myself.

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