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I'm really hating people right now.    Girls in particular.     I put on a fucking belt yesterday and a bit tight too and then realized I couldn't figure out how to take it off or lose it.    I went to a store that I thought I bought it from and they couldn't figure it out either though for whatever it is worth it appears it was the wrong store as they said that they did not sell that particular one.     It was called "Reaction" by Kenneth Cole.    I looked it up on Amazon.com in panic like "Oh, my fucking God I cannot believe what is fucking happening!!!!" kind of anxiety and saw that they show how it is put on but NOT how to take it off!     I want to sue the FUCK out of those people, shame them, and put them out of business.    So after the store trip I went to my mom's realizing I'm probably going to need to cut it off but letting her look at it as well and see what she could figure but I was feeling weird at that point and thought maybe I could drive out to this other store that I might have bought it from but as I was called I hung up because I was feeling bad at that point and rather freaked out so I said to my mom I needed to cut it.     Here's where it gets even more fucked up but exemplifies my lifelong experience with my parents.     She said, "Let me see where to cut it."    Now I know she was trying to be clever and helpful but I was suffocating, in pain, and could not think right at that point because on top of all of that I was freaking out.    So I was holding the belt out showing her where to cut it which was just a random spot because I was desperate and said, "Hurry!" then the bitch goes, "Don't talk to me that way!" and holds the scissors behind her back!    Oh!    I also said in anxiousness when I said we need to cut it off that this belt was a homicidal torture device and she says, "Don't use those words!".    I swear.     I said, "HURRY!" again a second time and started to weep because I was feeling really bad at that point and after being brought to tears she cut it for me.    At that point I told her she was a horrible human being and that I hated her.     The most fascinating thing happened as I then walked out the back door.     There was a BEAUTIFUL dead bird that had clearly killed itself by accident with the window and its beautiful eyes were still open at the footsteps right when you walked out.    I then said in a weeping sobbing voice with all of the strength I could muster, "There is a bird.  Dead at your door." I am so glad I stood up to my bullying parent and she went back and forth saying, "What did I do?" and "Don't you talk to me that way!" while cowering behind the bushes as I got into my car and told her, "Fuck you!" again with all of the strength I could muster.   I then drove off and now I'm not speaking to them via text or however.     What the fuck?!     How should I proceed?     It's so bad because no matter what I say to my Father or fat aunt it will be my fault because I was not "civil" and facts do not matter you always show respect to your parents!     I hate my family.      I hate girls.     I literally woke up recently thinking they should all be killed and grounded up into horse feed.     Why not?     We don't need them anymore.     Science is allowing us to not be dependent on them for anything now.   As a matter of fact since I was written out of my rich grandfather's will I think I will write my two nieces out for a little surprise for the family as well.    They don't have anything to do with me anyway and I have cum to the conclusion that people who don't have anything to do with my life should never get any of my money or anything else for that matter.     Here's the thing.    I want to probably leave the bulk of my will to some gay porn companies because that is all that makes sense to me at this point and all I care about probably.    I was thinking Helix and Staxus seem to be the best but what about "GayBoysTube"?     How would I even do that?     Would I get arrested from the start?     There's more but that's how I am feeling at the moment.