Shut up you stupid slag. Fucking fucked a dozen of thug Pakistanis. Getting railed before marriage and then shamelessly pretending to be Muslim. I’m not your little bitch. Fuck you. Stupid cunt whore.
I hope your marriage fails. Don’t talk to me ever again. You only do good stuff for me so that In return I be your little bitch who doesn’t say anything back. Fuck you. You’re manipulative as fuck. You’re not genuine. Don’t talk to me with that slaggy, arrogant, “know it all” voice. Don’t talk to me like you’re better than me. Fuck you.
I’ll tell your retarded Algerian husband all about your slaggy past. And your psycho tendencies how you trashed the entire house. Your loss? I’ll tell him everything I swear to god. This is my last straw.
I hate you. You’ve been a psycho since you were little. Fucking bitch.
If you want to send me to another psych ward go for it. Show your true colours. None of you ever loved me. Or loved anyone. You’re all manipulative freaks.
Treating me like a baby treating me like a retard who can’t take care of himself. Fuck all of you. I’m sick of your bullshit. I wish I never saw any of you again after that day. I hate you all. Fake motherfuckers.
MOM, you’re such a psycho. My sister is a perfect reflection of you and your fucked up behaviours. You think you can play nice and try to manipulate me? Piss off.
I’ll kill myself out of spite. Fuck all of you. The tone that you use against me and how you talk to me tells me everything. Youngest in the family? My fucking ass. It’s painful and it’s all bullshit being treated like I’m the retard who shouldn’t talk back to anyone. Nobody listens to me and I’m not allowed to have a say and control my life anymore ever since being labelled “mentally ill” and “suicidal”. I should’ve never stalled I should’ve jumped man.
When I’m gone, I know none of you will truly care. You just see me as a little bitch to use and abuse. A pawn. You don’t see me as a person you see me as something to get something out of. Don’t pretend you care. None of you care. Nobody cares. And that’s freeing in a way. I won’t miss any of you and deep down none of you will miss me. So fucking be it. I know your true colours.
You just see me as some freak.
All of you are just very good at pretending to care. Don’t you dare use my death to farm sympathy by faking your reactions. I’ll haunt this house forever. Fuck all of you. At least my brother changed his ways. Everyone else, gone.
Can’t get peace and quiet to myself and stay home alone. If I can’t stay home by myself, what the fuck can I do in life? Coming back home from the fucking looney bin, home is just being treated as if I’m in another psych ward.
Once I was too pussy to not jump off the cliff, my life was already over. So fucking over. How people will see and treat me now. I should’ve fucking knew. Especially with “meds” fucking up my entire brain and body. Suicide is so frowned upon and criminalised that you get locked up for attempting it and get pathologized by shrinks. Even your family will fucking hate you deep down. Soulless cunts. Virtue signalling cunts.
All of you in the house, it’s just bitching, bitching, bitching like fucking hell don’t any of you know how to shut the fuck up??? And I was the one sent to the fucking psych ward?
I’m sick of being complacent with putting up with this bullshit.
You want me to come along to your retarded shopping sprees, you want me to keep being a little controllable bitch? Fuck all of you. I don’t want to keep hearing you bitching with your cucked husband and whore daughter even when going outside. The biggest middle finger is killing myself. At least I’ll finally be done with your bullshit.
I hope your marriage fails. Don’t talk to me ever again. You only do good stuff for me so that In return I be your little bitch who doesn’t say anything back. Fuck you. You’re manipulative as fuck. You’re not genuine. Don’t talk to me with that slaggy, arrogant, “know it all” voice. Don’t talk to me like you’re better than me. Fuck you.
I’ll tell your retarded Algerian husband all about your slaggy past. And your psycho tendencies how you trashed the entire house. Your loss? I’ll tell him everything I swear to god. This is my last straw.
I hate you. You’ve been a psycho since you were little. Fucking bitch.
If you want to send me to another psych ward go for it. Show your true colours. None of you ever loved me. Or loved anyone. You’re all manipulative freaks.
Treating me like a baby treating me like a retard who can’t take care of himself. Fuck all of you. I’m sick of your bullshit. I wish I never saw any of you again after that day. I hate you all. Fake motherfuckers.
MOM, you’re such a psycho. My sister is a perfect reflection of you and your fucked up behaviours. You think you can play nice and try to manipulate me? Piss off.
I’ll kill myself out of spite. Fuck all of you. The tone that you use against me and how you talk to me tells me everything. Youngest in the family? My fucking ass. It’s painful and it’s all bullshit being treated like I’m the retard who shouldn’t talk back to anyone. Nobody listens to me and I’m not allowed to have a say and control my life anymore ever since being labelled “mentally ill” and “suicidal”. I should’ve never stalled I should’ve jumped man.
When I’m gone, I know none of you will truly care. You just see me as a little bitch to use and abuse. A pawn. You don’t see me as a person you see me as something to get something out of. Don’t pretend you care. None of you care. Nobody cares. And that’s freeing in a way. I won’t miss any of you and deep down none of you will miss me. So fucking be it. I know your true colours.
You just see me as some freak.
All of you are just very good at pretending to care. Don’t you dare use my death to farm sympathy by faking your reactions. I’ll haunt this house forever. Fuck all of you. At least my brother changed his ways. Everyone else, gone.
Can’t get peace and quiet to myself and stay home alone. If I can’t stay home by myself, what the fuck can I do in life? Coming back home from the fucking looney bin, home is just being treated as if I’m in another psych ward.
Once I was too pussy to not jump off the cliff, my life was already over. So fucking over. How people will see and treat me now. I should’ve fucking knew. Especially with “meds” fucking up my entire brain and body. Suicide is so frowned upon and criminalised that you get locked up for attempting it and get pathologized by shrinks. Even your family will fucking hate you deep down. Soulless cunts. Virtue signalling cunts.
All of you in the house, it’s just bitching, bitching, bitching like fucking hell don’t any of you know how to shut the fuck up??? And I was the one sent to the fucking psych ward?
I’m sick of being complacent with putting up with this bullshit.
You want me to come along to your retarded shopping sprees, you want me to keep being a little controllable bitch? Fuck all of you. I don’t want to keep hearing you bitching with your cucked husband and whore daughter even when going outside. The biggest middle finger is killing myself. At least I’ll finally be done with your bullshit.
can’t talk to people I’m a total voicecel and people can’t hear me. I get weird asf around people.
