It was a nice bright day.
But in just one blink of an eye, it darkened.
Just like my life.
Like the story of my life.
It happened so fast I didn't noticed.
Hell I couldn't care less.
But should I?
Should I continue my life?
With all these damn problems that I couldn't imagine myself living with.
Maybe suicide will work?
Hanging?
Overdose?
Or maybe stabbing so it will be bloody?
Bloody like what I did to my good-for-nothing father.
It was fun taking away his life tho.
So fun I didn't noticed how many times I stabbed him.
I've done it a dozen times.
No, scratch that silly thought.
I've stabbed him a hundred times.
Well escaping a mental institute wasn't a joke.
So I repaid it by ending his life.
He should be thanking me because I planned taking his life longer than it should be.
They can call me psychopath or even curse at me as long as they could.
But as I've said.
I couldn't care less.
Hell why would I?
He is the reason why I am a psychopath in the first place.
They are the reason.
He dug his own grave, he should lay on it.
Forever.
I hope all the blood that gushed out from his body was equal to all the pleasure he got from me.
All his moans and grunts still hunt me 'till now.
And the most disgusting part was. I can still feel him inside me.
It was so disgusting and I fucking want to remove it from me.
People like him should be erased from this world.
I want all of them gone.
And I am not satisfied by just stabbing him.
I am definitely not close to satisfied.
Then I almost forgot he have this oh-so-lovely wife that he treasure the most in this world.
Well that's what he told me when he fucks me every time.
My stepmother.
I laughed at my chosen word.
Treasure? Is that the same as infidelity? Cheating?
Oh maybe for him yes.
He enjoyed doing me anyway.
And would you believe me if I tell you they actually did it with me.
Both of them doing me. Fucking me.
Satisfying themselves.
Using me.
Very supportive family, right.
You see. I'm not just the psycho of the family.
It's the whole lot of us.
