What happened to all of your deep and inciteful thoughts? Did your mommy find out about them and tell you to take them off the net? You poor neglected little girlchild. I bet your Dad is living it up, shooting dope every day and fu#$*g his girl all the time, in your bedroom. While you take care of his brats and cook them food and listen to his supersized hog root around in the rat infested house for her cell phone so she can talk to her supersized boyfriend. Oh, you might get some relief from the old man in the ragged out tanker truck that comes up to take care of you, but he's the biggest pu$$y that walks the earth. Did supersized mommy tell you how he let his little boy become the sexual playtoy for his paino teacher and didn't do anything about it? Oh, no, he did do something about it, he ran away. Too bad that uncle of yours didn't have a real man to protect him, a man of iron and steel, tested in battle and tried by fire. That piano tutor would be history right now, forgotten in some marsh with the crabs having picked his bones clean of their flesh, only a breeding ground for oysters and other crustaceans. So you've got it so much better now, with all the wonderful choices your supersized mommy has made. No money, no house and no protection. Its about time you stood up for yourself and told her to take care of her own brats. Oh, you probably didn't know that your baby sister's dad (you know, the real anoying one) has offered again and again to take her off supersized mommy's hands. After all, the little one only listens to her dad and does her best to make everyone else miserable. Don't blame her though. None of you let her talk to the judge. When she finally did talk to the judge she told the judge all about your little game with the jewelry box. As much as you condemn every one else to hell, you'll definitely burn for that little trick, or maybe worse.
Where do you think the headaches are coming from? Its punishment for your treatment of a true hero. Now, you'll get them for life, and they don't get better, just more frequent and more intense. Wait until they are so bad that you think you could isolate the pain with a bullet and take it away if only you could guarantee that you could aim it at the right spot in your head.
Maybe you'll end up eating a gun. That would be a fitting end to a pointless and miserable existence.
If you hurry, you might actually get it over with before your next birthday and save everyone some cash.

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