I want to kill my father.
I keep envisioning my all-steel Paring knife sticking from his chest.
I have to go see my therapist but i'm a loser with no bicycle or license or car or ride so I have to walk to the 2 fucking miles just so I can go talk and cry to someone who doesn't fucking care.
Even working as much as I can and hustling what I can I wont
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