What comes to mind when I hear the word "failure"

My father. He chose drugs over me.

My mother. She failed me when I needed her the most. I’ll never be able to tell her that because she’ll never take responsibility for fucking up.

Me. I have no job, I have no goals, and every single day of my life I have OCD and PTSD episodes that affect me so bad I want to kill myself, or kill the people that hurt me. I swear to all gods in the universe I would turn my dreams of getting revenge into a reality if my son was never born. If I outlive my son, those motherfuckers who hurt me better get ready, because they WILL DIE.

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