It's very hard to actually piss me off. You can upset me, frustrate me, but
actually anger me? No, it's very difficult to. I have a death grip on my anger that most humans would deem as very unnatural.
But the combination of people insulting me, of T-Mobile cheating me out of over three thousand dollars, being made fun of by my own damn family and the death threat has finally pushed me over.
I am not just feeling anger at this point, no, I am in a full on rage. I cannot begin to tell you how many years have been building up to this, years of pushing emotions that I couldn't handle into a bottle and just letting them stew there. That bottle just flew open and while I have a very guarded way of letting it out, the next person to wrong me is going to sorely regret it because I am done with everything.
Your condescending bullshite is going to stop
now.
No longer will you treat me like a child and get away with it. Go on, call me your pet name. Go on, tell me how much of an adult I have become for living the life I've lived since we were fucking children. Yeah, i bet you tell everyone that you fucking raised me. You didn't do shite! Did you help me when our parents made me sleep outside? No.
Did you try to assure me that mom actually did love me after during a birthday she told me that she only had me because it was easier to have two kids than one? No, you defended her.
Did you try and see how bad things were for me instead of sticking to your comfort zone? No, of course you didn't. You had a good life; you had your own fucking room when we moved. You got whatever you wanted. You always got away with everything. You got to go to Brazil.
And do you even know what I had to do sister of mine?
I had to stay behind and watch over the animals mom kept buying and I had to watch most of them die because we couldn't afford to feed them. I had to spend my days after school not doing homework but chores, so yeah, you are right when you say that I was struggling in school but not for the reasons you claim. I was busy being an adult way too early.
I sucked at school because I was too damn tired all the time, that's if i was even able to go home. Mom, after dad left, treated me like him. She needed someone to blame, and that sure the hell wasn't going to be her pride and joy. So, it was the child she never wanted. I got screamed at for even sitting down to relax. I got screamed at for doing anything, even doing what I was asked to do. I was scared to come home because of you and mom, I hated my life.
So don't fucking tell people you raised me, you didn't do shite. Correction; you made my life a living hell you pretentious, spoiled asshole. You were silent when I needed a voice and verbal when I needed you to stop.
I love you yet I fucking hate you.
And as for the rest; I've been dealing with a lot these past few months and I finally have lost my temper. On a scale to one to ten, I'm 100% pissed now.
