A bad christmas wish

And I wished you were dead. at that time, even now, i wish you died. I hoped your car would crash and you’d leave the mortal world and go to where you truly belonged. i hated you. you thought me to never trust anyone. to never believe anyone and to always be suspicious of people’s intentions.you taught me  to always break promises and to never keep your word. you showed me cruelty. you are your father’s son. exactly like him. it’s not something to be proud of. ‘Karma’ she told me. but I wouldn’t mind karma biting me in the ass then, cause you’d be dead by then. And at least I would have gotten what I wanted. This christmas, I wish you died.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.


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