YOU FONDLE MY TRIGGER, THEN YOU BLAME MY GUN

I fucking hate you. Keyword being FUCKING : as in like - fucking hate. Because I hate you to a certain extent where no other words can be replaced to express my intense hatred for you. I seriously, in all ways, mean this. I FUCKING HATE YOU. Fucking being the keyword.

I remember all your white lies. I remember all your fucking promises.

DON'T YOU DARE PUT ME DOWN JUST LIKE THAT. You can't call me stupid without contradicting your own life status in a mere second. Because you know what? I FUCKING HATE YOU. YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING MOTHER. YOU'RE A FUCKING MONSTER.

Don't tell me I've not been studying. Don't you fcking dare say that I've been lazy, not revising my work. DON'T YOU EVER OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND SAY THOSE WORDS TO ME BECAUSE I KNOW YOU DON'T MEAN IT.

Where have you been all these while when I needed you? Oh, probably off to work. Or even better, "handling situations". Go to hell lah. All you did in your fucking life is shouting all day long and making people CRAZY like you. Who the hell do you think you are?

YOU WEREN'T EVEN FCKIN THERE TO SEE ME BURNING THE MIDNIGHT OIL, GRUELLING IN HORRIBLE STATES, and fulfilling my responsibilities as a student, and you dare throw your words around like a careless child suffering from mild dementia? You know what? In my 13 years of living, I haven't even experience ONE time when you helped me. not one.

So for that, I fucking hate you. I hate you so much.

And you know what? The sweetest part hasn't even started. IT'S THE PART CALLED RETRIBUTION. It's also the part where I score good marks so that I can slap them onto your fucking face and tell you "THANKS FOR FUCKING EVERYTHING UP FOR ME"

FUCK YOU.