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When I say “just wait”
And they couldn’t wait any longer so I have to stop them and tell them “just have patient”.
They burst at me and say “why do you hate me so much ? I haven’t done anything to you.”

I’m just telling you to wait

Also, “haven’t done anything” ? You hit me, pressured me, yelled at me, forcing me to be a snitch, shaming my weight and fears and body, being absolutely racist, talks ugly about me with a seller.

Keep saying I’m evil when I’m telling you there’s nothing wrong with being black, keep saying I’m a verbal abuser when I’m telling you to shut it when you ugly talks about Koreans, keep saying I’m an narcissistic when you keep saying how horrible I am when it comes to skills and being fragile I am, keep saying that I keep giving you the silent treatment when it because I hate listening to the same thing that’s being repeated over and over again so I have to go to my room for safe place, keep saying I’m no friend in this family because I treated everyone unwell when you keep yelling at others for a very small reason and yelling at me for having brainrot mind that have “acting to have depression” and laugh at my depression and venting, keep saying I waste money over useless thing when I haven’t spend anything, Keep saying I’m the most talkative when I was told to be quiet because I talk ugly than you and you keep talk ugly about me and other relative and others.

If you’re gonna play innocent and say that you’re the eldest so I have to treat you well. Very well, let’s see how many “gosh” when I have my reason to be alone and do what other pleases me and I tell you, and you responded “gosh” and “than stop being dramatic. You’re nothing like that at all.”

Keep saying poor me, that I shouldn’t have a life like this. And yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t have. Every time if I take a medicine to heal myself, I get suicidal.
Just when can I get killed ?
How long do I have to suffer ?
When can I finally move out ?

They just keep possessing me, they keep touching me, they keep hitting me, they keep yelling at me.
And yet, they say they haven’t done any of that and burst out to tears and ask “why do you hate me ? That’s love, why do you hate me so much ?”.

Yes, I appreciate the food you’ve cooked. But what love is there after you just play around like that ?
I don’t care about age anymore, you always use age as an advantage.
If I tell you about my depression, you just compare me to others about being having “perfect mental health” that make the life easier while I’m making everyone life’s harder.
You even compare my health to you. Like I have a headache, and you say “how can you have my headache ? Why now you have my headache ? My headache is more worse than you.”

Keep telling me about your “fictional story” about me getting rape by others and me raping others and even talk about me having unhealthy sex with someone else in the hotel because I’m so enjoy getting my anus getting fucked to death and got caught and get killed by them.
When I don’t want to commit a sexual relationship at all and you know that, but you didn’t care. You still telling me to live an ordinary life and you keep storytelling me with this story you came up that includes me the main character of the sexy story and live that life too.

I’m just fucking tired of being sick and tired of dealing with another problems that.

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When I say “just wait”
And they couldn’t wait any longer so I have to stop them and tell them “just have patient”.
They burst at me and say “why do you hate me so much ? I haven’t done anything to you.”

I’m just telling you to wait

Also, “haven’t done anything” ? You hit me, pressured me, yelled at me, forcing me to be a snitch, shaming my weight and fears and body, being absolutely racist, talks ugly about me with a seller.

Keep saying I’m evil when I’m telling you there’s nothing wrong with being black, keep saying I’m a verbal abuser when I’m telling you to shut it when you ugly talks about Koreans, keep saying I’m an narcissistic when you keep saying how horrible I am when it comes to skills and being fragile I am, keep saying that I keep giving you the silent treatment when it because I hate listening to the same thing that’s being repeated over and over again so I have to go to my room for safe place, keep saying I’m no friend in this family because I treated everyone unwell when you keep yelling at others for a very small reason and yelling at me for having brainrot mind that have “acting to have depression” and laugh at my depression and venting, keep saying I waste money over useless thing when I haven’t spend anything, Keep saying I’m the most talkative when I was told to be quiet because I talk ugly than you and you keep talk ugly about me and other relative and others.

If you’re gonna play innocent and say that you’re the eldest so I have to treat you well. Very well, let’s see how many “gosh” when I have my reason to be alone and do what other pleases me and I tell you, and you responded “gosh” and “than stop being dramatic. You’re nothing like that at all.”

Keep saying poor me, that I shouldn’t have a life like this. And yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t have. Every time if I take a medicine to heal myself, I get suicidal.
Just when can I get killed ?
How long do I have to suffer ?
When can I finally move out ?

They just keep possessing me, they keep touching me, they keep hitting me, they keep yelling at me.
And yet, they say they haven’t done any of that and burst out to tears and ask “why do you hate me ? That’s love, why do you hate me so much ?”.

Yes, I appreciate the food you’ve cooked. But what love is there after you just play around like that ?
I don’t care about age anymore, you always use age as an advantage.
If I tell you about my depression, you just compare me to others about being having “perfect mental health” that make the life easier while I’m making everyone life’s harder.
You even compare my health to you. Like I have a headache, and you say “how can you have my headache ? Why now you have my headache ? My headache is more worse than you.”

Keep telling me about your “fictional story” about me getting rape by others and me raping others and even talk about me having unhealthy sex with someone else in the hotel because I’m so enjoy getting my anus getting fucked to death and got caught and get killed by them.
When I don’t want to commit a sexual relationship at all and you know that, but you didn’t care. You still telling me to live an ordinary life and you keep storytelling me with this story you came up that includes me the main character of the sexy story and live that life too.

I’m just fucking tired of being sick and tired of dealing with another problems that.