I get it.
I hate the way you smack and smear mayonaisse on everything. EVERYTHING.
I hate that you season ALL my cooking before you even taste it, but never your own. Which is less salty.
I hate the sound of you eating. You slurp and munch with lips and teeth and tongue and mixed with air.
I hate your voice. I hate that crackled rasping, that crone moaning. You're so fucking irritating. I could punch your fucking bitch mouth in 'til it bleeds. I'd laugh.
I hate your lack of understanding. This is different. You're not even TRYING.
I hate the rest of them too, so don't patrol me about like I give a shit about any of those fucking cunts. They're not MY family.
Pretty sure petrol is better than blood.
I swear to gods I could rip you all the fuck apart.
No one would even suspect a thing.
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