I have three family members who were hardcore addicted to drugs. I wish every single one of them the most horrible death possible. One, my older brother, is a serial rapist and murderer who set me on fire when I was a kid. The other is my cousin. She is a leech that stole from and abused her grandma for years. And the last is my uncle who tried to kill my older sister with a shotgun. He done a lot of fucked up shit, but that was before my time.

Why should I care about such worthless scum? They ruined their own souls, bodies, and minds with drugs. Showing mercy to a druggie is being cruel to yourself.

Anyways, the only way to have a nice life is by being full of hatred. It's a shield.