my mother is devil spawn. there is no creature as two-sided and evil as her/it. it fits her better. she picks on everything i do. every fucking thing. hair, clothes, handwriting, speech, friends, the amount of time i spend on the cpu, every single word i say, the way i walk, the books i read, the books i dont read, the way i fucking sit. she is able to make me fucking mad just by looking at me.
and my brother is a son of a bitch. read my dream box and yelled “why do you want david to love you?”