...because I can't take it anymore! i see how this world is twisted and just... fucked up! why? you ever hear that bad things happen to good people? it's true. this happened a long time ago, and i... well, im not sure if i moved on properly, but my dad got cancer and died. then came my stepfather. these events also happened long ago: i would be beaten. because i want good enough. i was too slow, too stupid, i didn't pay attention enough, and im realizing that it was because i wasn't just right. i wasn't like his kids. now, my brother and i are stuck at home because we aren't able to help him. but that's not the problem. daily, we are told to clean the house, and it is separated into 2 lists of chores. even sets of chores. my brother didn't do his, and i did, and we're now BOTH put on a grueling set of "work chores" tomorrow, on top of having to help move heavy objects. with my step father. oh, joy. in this world, good people who just shut up and do what they're told get punished because someone else didn't do what was expected of them? that wounds like an ass-backwards way of approaching things... it leads me to think... I'm one of those people. and i get royally fucked over, even though i fulfilled my task, as was expected of me? it's not the kind of world that i'd like to live in. but something... i don't know what... is telling me to come here. telling me to hold on... there's something else, though, my stepfather plays off of my usual forgetfulness, and lack of mechanical insight, and i'm not very athletic, so it makes me feel completely useless. like i should just die to make everyone's life better.