I'm so done. I fucking hate my mom. If she was driving and got into an accident making me die on impact because she was on her phone, I would thank her for killing me before I killed myself.
You know why?
Because every time I try to follow through with it, I choke because I knew my brother would be torn. But if I dies on impact, I wouldn't have to worry about my brother as much...

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