Father, I’m a very fucked-up man. I think I have your lovely skills as a parent to thank for a lot of it. Sometimes I dream of slicing you up into small pieces of meat and sell you on the black market. Bullets in your chest will have to do, though. Go fuck yourself. No love, Wesley. Ps. WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME, YOU BASTARD?! WHAT DID I DO WRONG, DADDY? D.S
I’m all about the fucked-up failures.
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