It is sad that in a house-hold of Seven People, four of them Male, there is only ONE MAN amongst us. Two little children who play video games all day and demand respect and no one respects them. One child who doesn't nothing but stare at his monitor and think about his prick.
It is also sad to say that I hate it here, my childhood home has become something of a prison. People around me no longer look at me in the eye when I am who and what I am. Tired of the lies and the snickers, and people playing petty games to get exactly what they want. I'm tired of people demanding that I do exactly what they say because the 'deserve' it. But, for fucks sake, if I ask for something in return, I'm an ungrateful Bitch that doesn't deserve the breath I'm breathing.
I can be a perfectly reasonable and incredibly kind person but the armor I've made to wear beneath this skin is sharp.
I can be a perfectly horrible, nasty person as well.
You should thank who or whatever it is that you believe in that I'm a better person than you ever will be. While hate is a strong emotion, I don't hate you.
Love is stronger still, but I don't love you.
I don't despise or pity you either.
I feel nothing for you. Which if you really think about it, is worse than the blackest hate.
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