The evil slime, my father, decides to lie to me and be himself, no, he’s a nice guy.

Well.

I guess he would be happy on his own, wouldn’t he. But he has infected my mind like a parasite.

It’s not your father you want, it’s the neural parasite, dawg.

Well anyway schizoaffective flare up now.

Ugh. The voices are arguing with me. I’m being beaten in my mind. Writing isn’t fast enough. yes, it is my father, abusing me, and he denies it.

So someone fucking murder him already.

I’m not even aloud to talk, and he gets away with torture.

What an evil slime pig.

Fuck.

No justice. Never justice.

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