Hate is a real thing.
Hate is a real thing. Notwithstanding my entire upbringing and the fatuous idiots from much of my life whom I can picture saying you don't hate people, you may dislike them but you don't really hate them, and other such platitudinosity and invalidation.
I hate my mother.
I don't know why Tuesday was the breaking point
psychotic
abusive
I hate my mother.
I don't know why Tuesday was the breaking point
psychotic
abusive
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