My main family disowned me many times and the family on my mom’s or dad’s side don’t know who I am. I was lonely from the beginning. I’m a mentacel, a povertycel, a shortcel, ethnicel, illcel, etc,. The only thing keeping me alive is proving to those fucks that I can be more successful than them and that I have promise. To show to them wrong and proof they should’ve never turned their backs on me. Once they see they bet on the wrong horse, I’ll pull the trigger and make them feel eternal guilt. Vengeance and hate is what keeping me alive for the while. I suspect I’ll be finish with that in ten years and perhaps maybe my outlook would change, but this society doesn’t care about the losers, so I doubt it.