How can you possibly think you’re doing a good job?
I shudder when I think that if it weren’t for people who I’d only met 3 years ago, I would turn out like you.
She’s right, I’m a much better person than you’d ever me. I’ll do everything in my power to be rid of you.
Fuck you. Fuck you and your selfish demands, your unfair rules, your narrowminded prejudice.
I pity you because I can’t trust you, the one person in the world whose trust should actually matter to you.
I loathe you because I can’t speak out, being bound by social shackles that were some twisted birthright.
And I’m not kidding when I say I’ve had thoughts about killing you for many years now.
You’re fucking pathetic, useless in the role you are meant to play. I learnt nothing from you but how to hate someone so wholeheartedly I’ve picked my fingernails bloody to keep from landing in jail.