I hate you in ways you can only imagine.

Last night, I had a dream that I was walking down the street in my old neighborhood. My former stepdad drove up in the truck he used to drive, and he tried to talk to me. I looked him straight in the eye, grabbed his cigarette, put it out on his forhead and said "I. hope. you. die."

It almost worries me how much I truly mean this.

And then I remember everything he's done and said to my mom and I, and how much he hurt her, and I'm not so worried anymore.

Fuck the Ridgeways. Every. Last. One. Of. Them.