I hate my life so much. I hate society. I hate people and I hate myself for being a person.
Fucking shits called parents think that if they raise you, they can make you do whatever they want just because they've given birth to us by their whim and raised me because that's what they are supposed to do.
Like holy fuck, I didn't ask to be born nor did I ask to have parents like them so I don't see how they can be such cocky little shit heads. I want to move out but I'm staying quiet because I'm going Korea this month.
Once I come back from Korea, I'm going to move out the next year. I hear my phone ringing cuz probably one of the shit heads are calling me. I want to give up on life. I fucking hate the unrealistic expectations that are put on us.
I hate the fact that bees come at me and it's fucking scorching outside and am expected to pick up my baby sister because they can't and call me a fucking weakling cuz I don't want too. They be riding air conditions cars to pick her up while I take the hot, bee stinging path.
Fucking shits.
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