a very dark post.
GRRRRR!
Why's he not dead yet? He was meant to only have six weeks left and that was when I'd just found out I was pregnant. So as you can see, it's been longer than fucking six weeks.
If I knew for 100% sure that I'd get away with it, I would go and kill him myself. And I'm deadly serious. I've never wanted anyone to die so much in all my life.
How is it you can say, without meaning it, to someone you love in a fit of rage, that you don't care whether they die or not, and they end up dying not long after you've said it, but you can truly loathe someone and wake up everyday hoping that day is gonna be the day they're carried away in a zipped-up black bag, and it just doesn't happen? I'm sick of waiting.
So, it probably makes me a bad person for wishing death upon someone but I dont care, I'm not gonna pussy foot around the sore subject that is death. When someones mere existance, even without the abuse, taunts you, gets under your skin so much, you kinda start to welcome their demise with open arms.
Meh, the council are shit. I'm gonna save as much cash as possible for a bond, first months rent, admin fees, then get the fuck out of here. I cannot take much more, I actually feel homicidal and in my mind it's a very dark place to be in. Everyone's got it in them, but with most people these feelings never surface. I've been pushed to the point where mine have.
Why's he not dead yet? He was meant to only have six weeks left and that was when I'd just found out I was pregnant. So as you can see, it's been longer than fucking six weeks.
If I knew for 100% sure that I'd get away with it, I would go and kill him myself. And I'm deadly serious. I've never wanted anyone to die so much in all my life.
How is it you can say, without meaning it, to someone you love in a fit of rage, that you don't care whether they die or not, and they end up dying not long after you've said it, but you can truly loathe someone and wake up everyday hoping that day is gonna be the day they're carried away in a zipped-up black bag, and it just doesn't happen? I'm sick of waiting.
So, it probably makes me a bad person for wishing death upon someone but I dont care, I'm not gonna pussy foot around the sore subject that is death. When someones mere existance, even without the abuse, taunts you, gets under your skin so much, you kinda start to welcome their demise with open arms.
Meh, the council are shit. I'm gonna save as much cash as possible for a bond, first months rent, admin fees, then get the fuck out of here. I cannot take much more, I actually feel homicidal and in my mind it's a very dark place to be in. Everyone's got it in them, but with most people these feelings never surface. I've been pushed to the point where mine have.