I've done that before, and since the only member of my family that actually ever cared for me has been dead for quite some time nobody would miss me. After all my parents let me know how they felt about me all my life (stupid, trash, waste of oxygen and that's just what I feel like typing)
I look at it this way, they got their wish and lost their son anyway, he just decided he was better than them a left instead of splatting brain matter all over their living room my past may have shaped me but it doesn't rule me! Yes I hate them and will eventually take immense pleasure in defecating on their graves but in the meantime I'm happy in my solitude. The few friends I do have are good people even though they live on separate ends of the US and both have similar history to me we talk almost every week and get together yearly.
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