apparently I'm always doing something wrong even when I'm just ****ing existing what do you want me to do, ****ing kill myself stop ****ing bothering you by inhaling and exhaling stop using your ****ing air up this is why I once considered suicide you and you know what you're doing I don't need to tell you even if I needed to you wouldn't listen you'd just ****ing scream like a 6-year-old I ****ing hate you I ****ing hate this family every ****ing conversation you bring up something wrong with me or something I love sometimes I wish my dad would divorce her so I could have even the slightest chance of a half-decent mom **** her anyway I'm not gonna keep rambling about that how are you? also sorry for the vent lol