Hai, dumb cunt

You grow up knowing in your life you are going to find people who will try to make a hell out of your existence. You grow up imagining a thousand ways to get rid of them and keep on living, never imagining how really hard it would be to do so. Maybe because, somehow you love those people. Maybe because, in order to lose sight of them, you need to lose sight of someone you love. Or maybe just because circumstances don't allow you to let out all that which wants to be released.
I'm finding out in the hardest way, the consequence of every mistake I've ever made.