I ** hate my step-dad. Die.
I really ** hate him. Everything about him lights this insurmountable seething rage within me. When I'm home and having a good day I stop and realize it's because he's not here. He's the most annoying, child-like, obnoxiously inconsiderate person I've ever had to live with. He has no inside voice. Talking is screaming to him. I get it, some people have thunderous voices, and can't help it. But there's a little something called common sense and having a modicum of manners. So when you see me sleeping on the couch after a long days work, DON'T ** start playing YouTube videos on your phone, talk (scream) on the phone, or slam and bang ** NEAR me. Go somewhere else **. You don't need to slam every single ** pantry door closed, nor the refrigerator you mongoloid piece of **. OR let the dog off the leash when you sure as ** know he's going to maul me, effectively ruining my much needed rest. You're a 53 year old Uber driver, I'm an early 20-something healthcare professional. You know what will impede me from being a professional? Insufficient sleep you ** ** failure of a man. I'll never like him, I hate him. I'll like him once he's dead. Or rather, for the fact that he's FINALLY dead. Oh you got in an accident on the road? Good. I hope you perish in a fiery explosion off some highway and leave the world a better place. God knows your kids won't give a ** you ** loser. One of these days I'm going to kill him.
Yeah,give him
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I think some one has an intense suppressed sexual feeling for him?