I don't know what is love. I can't love. Everytime I'm fond of someone, I want to kill him, destroy him, cause him pain and laugh. I am so sick of the

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I don’t know what is love. I can’t love. Everytime I’m fond of someone, I want to kill him, destroy him, cause him pain and laugh. I am so sick of the phrase “making love” that I can’t even bear hearing the word since childhood. The man who married my mom and gave the f***** life to me is an abusive a****** who even s******* harassed his own child. Life is such a toture. I don’t deserve kindness. Everyday I wish I could hurt people, kill them for fun. Pathetically I am just a coward sitting behind the computer screen and typing b*******. Sorry for the grammar, I’m not a native speaker.

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