I hate you. I don't have proof that you did it but have a pretty good feeling that you have destroyed a part of my family. I hope that you pay you mother fucking douche bag.
In addition, I hate myself. I hate that I have to sit here and think day and night about things that I hove no control over. I hate that at any moment a strain of music can reduce me to silent blubbering. I hate that I am so strong and can't actually become the quivering mass of emotion that I feel, ever "normal" in my day to day life.
In an ever dwindling population of family I hate that my desire is to cease being, period.
So... at any rate,fuck you. You horrible horrible person, I refuse to allow you to have this control over me. You will not break who I am, and she will not be in vain.
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"and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away."--Rev. 21:4
Dear Zakk,
Hang in there! You are going through a terrible experience (on so many levels), but you are one of the best, most worthwhile people I know - and if you kill yourself, I will KILL you. Love, Katie
Ouch...
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