I don't understand.
Sure, your family was dysfunctional, but whose isn't?
Your mom and dad loved you. Took care of you. Didn't abuse you; hit you. Anything like that.
But you abuse the women you say you love. Shake them, slap them, slug and push them down stairs.
Your dad was a hard worker.
But you're an entitled piece of shit, who cries when people don't hand you the things you think you deserve, or giving you that unearned credit.
Your mother had a green thumb, but you are literally incapable of nurturing anything other than regret.
And I'm pretty sure you're a murderer. Did you care what that girl's name was?
Yet, I admire one ability of yours: that despite your absolute uselessness-despite the fact that the air you inhale and the food you ingest is completely wasted- despite your absolute repugnant malignancy, you can push all of that aside and still think so highly of yourself. Bravo, you walking shit stain; your level of delusion has reached epic proportions.
When do young women
At what point does
society brand you?
I’m not sure how old
but her poise
make her seem mature beyond her
and even though
we no longer speak
because I couldn’t keep
my mouth shut
She became a woman
long before she met me
and will remain one
long after I become one.
It's bewildering and awe-inspiring how you have managed to unite communities who had never supported each other as strongly and concretely as this before. Congratulations on being a scientific phenomenon and surviving and making it this far. It's so cool how you haven't been assassinated yet.
i have many options to choose from, but don't think i'm a hateful person. i'm actually very trusting.
i could do my father, or my classmate, but i don't risk the possibility of getting in trouble with school, so my father.
my relationship with my father has always been tumultous, but in the last year, i have never truly hated a person in this way before.
the only good thing i can think about him is that he loves people. not sure which ones, but people.
like his new girlfriend.
If ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person on earth. Your ambitious attitude and closed mind have to be how you earned yourself a cult following, and the privileges you were born with will be more than enough for you to surpass me.
I admit that you have a nice smile that would look better as a geniune grin than as a judging sneer. You have a strong voice that easily drowns out your opponent's arguments, and are tall enough to look down on anyone who disagrees with you in the slightest manner. If my interests lied in brute force and contact sports, I would be impressed with your groundbreaking achievements for our insignificant high school's teams. If your definition of perfect remains a straight, Christian white man with blond hair and blue eyes, then you are just that.
In a way, you humble me. You remind me of who I want to wrong, whose views are obselete in this day and age, and whose job would be better suited for someone else. When you tell me to do more research, I am inspired by spite to write entire essays to appease your blind opinions. When you insult my interests, I make sure to talk more about my newest favorite "gay cartoon" or "feminist book". When you told me to follow your religion, I went on a spiritual journey to discover that I am not atheist, but agnostic instead. When you reminded me that I would never reach your same math level, I reminded you that I would be able to skip a class next year. When you start to compare me to others in the class, I make sure to individualize myself further and call you by the wrong names. You should be grateful that you look like a Jake or a Trevor and not your own misspelled name.
We may never find common ground, but that doesn't mean that we don't learn things from each other. Since my own facts outnumber yours greatly, I'll just go over what you've shown me: Reddit (I downloaded it then promptly deleted), Kaitlin Bennett and Ben Shapiro (really scary but funny social experiments), and our school's newly-formed debate club (hated it!).
Not that bad
The person I hate the most... Well, I don't hate him, but he's closest to that. Honestly, now that I think about it I don't hate him as much as I thought I did. Something good is that he tried to get better. It was a change everyone could see. Maybe I'll text him on Saturday...
Atleast he's a human being. That's the only positive thing I can think about him.
My own Father
A monster who loves to physically torture his daughter and his wife. Yet he is a great brother who always supported his sister and became the reason of her success.
There are so many deplorable things about you and everything about you that I could only come up with three admirable traits. I'll say them sporadically since I have to be nice throughout this piece. I'd explain why I hate you to these nice people but I'll let them have some speck of you being a salvageable human who just has done some terrible things. I'd love to say this is the last thing I'll ever write about you but you are still a piss stain on my memory that soaked and ruined seven years of my life. It's hard to pull inspiration from a picture without acknowledging the crap on top of it.
I digress. I'll say nice things now since I'm always up for a challenge. Though you corrupted the words of every leader you admired, you did have a good grasp of black history. You opened my eyes to things I would've never thought of and led me to understand another side of a culture that I admire. Of course, Elijah Muhammad was nothing like Muhammad, but I knew that before you. You were a decent father when you were there, and your kids loved you. I'm sure you abusing their mother and leaving out of their lives completely created some damage that they'll have to unpack later, but I digress again since I'm trying to be nice.
Talking towards you again has brought up a sea of hatred that I forgot the original third nice thing I had. But, I think the best thing about you is that you're gone. You aren't going to abuse my aunt anymore. You have to tell people what you did every time they ask what happened to your neck, and you have to recount a girl you molested finding and shooting you. You aren't going to be looked at with anything other than contempt and disgust in my family. If I have my way, you won't be looked at positively by anyone ever again. I hope to never see you again.