I f****** hate my life. and right now, I hate it because I’m living with you. You’re a miserable, childish human being. I call you a c*** in my head every time I see you. I hate the sound of your voice and your little singing to yourself all the goddamned time. I hate that you’re a goddamned hoarder with useless f****** s*** all over the goddamned house. I can’t wait for you to f****** die. Can’t. F******. Wait. I don’t like spending time with you. You’re racist and unread. You have no clue about science. You ignore current events. Have I mentioned that you’re a mean, horrible person? You abused your kids – mentally and physically, you stayed married to an alcoholic abusive man – who also abused your kids. You call your kids names. You’re a f****** c*** and I can’t wait til you are gone. GONE. I kind of don’t want to have kids til you’re gone because I don’t want you to f****** my children. When you die, I will throw out all of your s***. THROW IT OUT. I won’t take the time to see if anyone wants it. It’s going in the trash. Then I will sell your house and use the money for something you wouldn’t want me to do. Every morning, I wait to hear you breathe, and I’m disappointed when you do. Your children hate you to. You’re a horrible human being and they’re just f****** waiting for you to die, too. EVEN YOUR OWN CHILDREN F****** HATE YOU. No one wants to visit you. It’s goddamned chore. and obligation. I can’t wait til you f****** die, but you’re sch a goddamn stubborn c*** that you’ll probably stick around for another goddamned 5 years. I want you out of my life. Gone. I f****** hate you and I hate what you have done to my husband. He turned out ok in spite of your fucked up b*******. Jesus. I can’t even think when you’re here. You’re ruining my life – I’ve already lost 4 months to this b******* living situation. I hope every day that you will die that day.
