I hate all my family, and I wish hadn't been born-mood today.
who the fuck cares about your birthday lunch.
I have been trying to care for you in all the remaining threehundred and sixty four days, congrats on noticing the point in everything,
you just explained why all our relationships go rotten (if any)
you're ignorant, blind, bad parent, too good a person.
what's going on is absurd, and I want to tear my hair out, shout as loud as possible, throw against the wall everything I can reach,
all I'm trying to do is in vain - this is ABSURD - after all, I'm sharing a place with an alcoholic whacko + a pervert abuser,
on top of that I am mad.
quite mad
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