| Current mood: | Broken, or close to it. |
Go to hell, mother, you fucking psychopathic slut.
Go to hell for turning my grandfather against me, and having him think I'm the mother fucking Anti-Christ in flesh. For manipulating him into a soft putty, so that you'd have him believing that you're nothing but a poor reformed alcoholic/druggie/moron that came to find Jesus and that I'm being ridiculous by not forgiving you on the third day of knowing you. God, fuck you for invading my territory, and calling me jealous when I stated that " I had a good thing here ".. it was blatantly clear that I was, and am, and had every fucking right to be. If you haven't noticed, you blew it. You abandoned your family for a man that didn't love you, had a child with him, abandoned her as well ( me ), dumped her in a nuthouse, and left.. leaving ambiguous messages on the answering machine every two-three years asking for money, or claiming to have found Jesus, or begging for forgiveness. And go to hell for causing family arguments everytime you did so.
Go to hell for giving me standards that I could never meet - for making it so that my grandfather would never have me make a mistake without being labeled with *your* past, when now not only are you being forgiven, but you're getting half if not more of the will if I do screw up. For having to be the straight-edge, and being forced to work the extra hour, or walk the extra mile when you did nothing in your lifetime but screw up your life, knowingly. Fuck you for having your mistakes credited to me. For having a reputation as the "bad girl" because of you.
Go to hell for smoking and drinking yourself so far into a hole, that I can't talk to you without figuring that who I'm speaking with is a seven year old.
FUCK YOU, AND GO TO HELL, YOU ABSOLUTE DISGRACE OF A HUMAN BEING.
Go to hell for making me doubt my own standards of thought, and making me cut for the first time in five months when if you hadn't shown up my skin would still be soft, smooth, and fresh, opposed to bloody and scarring.
I'm sure I have a lot more to say, so I'll continue this later when I'm more awake.
- Jaimie.
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