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Didnt feel bad enough so i asked my mum what she was doing making her dessert thing now; its for Pat's family. What the Fucking Hell??. There's just not enough questionmarks, exclaimation marks, words or tears for that. I walked out. Now she wants me to help her peel potatoes cause shes so busy and needs my help. And i want God to be nice to me and kill me like he should have i wanted years ago. If anyone could explain the fucking point of me being alive i might appreciate it. Or i could hold my breath until someone gives a fuck but i clearly dont have the spine for that.