My parents hate me. I can't keep my mouth shut even though they're being complete assholes.
They might've hit my head a few times because I yelled at them but I guess I deserved it.
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Is it bad thinking I just wish I was dead? Or is it really not worth living just to be judged by people anymore?
What am I even saying anymore? I'd be better off dead so that I can stop taking up space and creating a bigger mess on this house that I don't do much in except exist.
Or maybe I'm just misinterpreting what my parents mean by me being the cause of the mess. Or maybe I'm just the mess...
I don't even know anymore. At this rate if someone were to break into my house and start shooting I think I'd just let them.
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Cheesecat log
RandomPure randomness that I've given up on. Currently deleting all the cringe.
