I know it must be hard for you to wake up and go to bed with just your miserable self day after day, night after night. I know it must be hard to know that you aren't capable of understanding, feeling or giving love. I know it must be hard to know that not only do the people around eventually figure out how hateful you are but eventually your children will figure it out too. And finally I now it must be hard to know we're so happy.
You can say all the nasty things you want, you can hide behind your Jesus, behind your lies, and behind your sick twisted sense of reality, but Karma is a bitch (a bigger one than you) and she's coming for you.
*sigh* I feel so much better now.
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