Even if I leave knowing full well that none of you want to listen to me, I hope you remember that I hate every single one of you.
Your fun is over. You won't find anything if you use my kiwifarms account as a source, I deleted the email I used to make it a week ago. AND the same email used another burner email that was deleted as well.
Remember, everyone. Your beloved trail ends in
2019. Soon, this will be all but a fading wake up call for me, and a reminder that some people don't deserve to live.
You are these people.
You. I'll know something happened when you suddenly stop posting everywhere in KF.
The last post I'll make is about my aunt Alba and then I won't post anything else in this thread. You can't be helped, and I don't like being someone's punching bag.
All you managed to do is increase the resentment that I have not only against the furry fandom, my father and the entire Pride community, but concern trolls like you.
By the way, I googled my aunt's full name and I'm glad to inform you that you won't find anything about her.
You won't be able to harass her, her grown up children, or her nephews.
I won't deny that I am hurt. But I have gone through worse. I mean, have any of you troglodytes experienced the """"""
joy"""""" of vomiting blood for 2 weeks straight while you were 12 yrs old, after a surgery that didn't end up benefiting you in the long term (because that wasn't what was causing me issues)? I doubt it.
Oh, or what about the shit I saw in September 2012, because of my intoxication? Trust me, all of you would acquire fucking PTSD if you saw the shit my mind concocted for an entire week an a half. The only reason I remember is because my mother told me what I told her, I don't remember directly what I saw.
Despite my lack of actual hatred towards cops in general, I don't trust the ones in my state. Wanna know why? Because on one ocassion, after my mother forced child me to testify in the PD, my father told me a """"funny story""""" the week after.
The police chief had spoken to him as he was leaving the jail cell (and paying 2k or some shit) and told him this:
"I don't know about you, man. But if I had it my way, I would have beat the shit out of that
crazy bitch (of a wife)"
Fun story.
Oh, or how about the fact my grandma (My Má's mom btw, not the my father's whore for a mother) lost her father after he was kidnapped, assassinated and left for dead on the streets, while my grandma was in her 15s? She knew who would have called for his death, and she kept trying to tell the police who was the actual culprit.
But the policemen told her this.
"Listen here, missie. I would recommend you to keep it down and to yourself. If you keep doing a scandal,
we will not be able to help you."
Fun stuff.
My mom and I know who murdered my great grandfather, but I won't say who. All I am going to say is that it's not a policeman or a gang boss. It's worse.
Pipe down. You yourself have a lot to learn from the Bible - tell me, do you even have a copy of the Bible in your house? I assume you do since Latin America is well-known for being devoutly Catholic.
I have 10 in my house, bitch. I also have 15+ crosses, but go off, cunt.
If he wasn't so insufferable, I would've never tried phonebooking him.
I just know that Hell won't be a fun experience for you. Don't keep the Devil waiting. Rope now.