Cliche A Cliche

Welcome to Our Neighborhood, 1999

The Evil Dead, 1981

Fuck you to the bitch who was trying to wreck my family last year and then turned around and said he wasn’t her type. Fuck you to my husband for betraying my trust and making my heart sink into my stomach and feel like it carried the weight of the world on top of it so it couldn’t float back into place. Fuck my ex and his happy newfound relationship. I hope it doesn’t work out. Fuck you to all of my old friends who I thought would stick by my fucking side though thick and thin. Fuck you to my mom who I wish would just die because watching her die would be easier than watching her get beat up and do drugs. Fuck you to my dad who abandoned me and went and started a new life with some white bitch and her kids. Fuck those kids for taking my dad at a time in my life when I needed him the most. Fuck you to anyone who makes me feel like I’m not good enough or pretty enough. Fuck you to all the people who made fuck of my pixie cut in high school. Fuck you to my therapist who never really gave me any constructive feedback on my paranoia, depression, and suicidal thoughts. Fuck you to my mother in law who is missing out on my sons life because she does like that I married her son. Fuck you to the guy who left me pregnant at 19 because his parents said they would buy him a car if he didn’t talk to me anymore. Bur most of all fuck you to me. You’re the biggest piece of shit I know. I hope you die.