Dear diary
I wonder how hard you would have to wish, to wish yourself out of existence. Or maybe just wish death upon someone else. Even better, wishing they never came into your life.
I am so incredibly angry and filled with hate that I can feel it rising in my throat and poisoning me. We're never good, we're always bad and wrong and I'm sick of playing this role without any act towards being cast for it.
I know that I'm only a stepchild but does that make me deserve it? Even if hate is never okay, is there atleast times it is understandable?
Your faithful Havoc child.
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Havoc diaries
De TodoThis is the diary of a Havoc Child. A child caught up in fights and pain. A child with too much to say, too much to feel, and nowhere to turn.
