I sit here, looking at my ceiling, listening to music, thinking about where it all went wrong, and realize one integral thing, my life, has been way worse than just me being almost raped, and almost killed multiple times. It gets way worse. All my life, I have been framed for things I didn’t do, never taken seriously, always disrespected, always underappreciated, always used, always lied to, always cheated out of things I earned fairly, just because people didn’t like me for some random reason, it happened so frequently, my mind just eventually blocked it out. And just now, I’m realizing, truly, no one in this world had my back besides my family. And when I mean my family, I mean my parents, my grandmas, and like 4 cousins (along with their parents), I’m glad I have them. But I’ve realized something else. Without them, I have no one, because no one can truly view me for how good of a person I tried to be because of my appearance. Im sick of it. And with this realization, I vow to ruin as many normie lives as I possibly can. I’ll dedicate my fucking life to it. This world ruined me, so I ruin the world.
