you wanted a bio, you got one

i was dealt a pretty shitty hand, from the moment i was conceived. given birth by a meth head mother, and an abusive, alcoholic of a father. living with three other siblings in a double wide trailer, with barely enough food to scrounge for. the beatings were terrible, i dreaded going home from my life in kindergarten. my siblings weren't the most stable, seeing that my eldest brother attempted to burn down a building i was in with firecrackers. i can't say that i was perfect though. we had cats; a lot of them. and i had a whole bunch of rage pent up. so i took it out on the cat. i stuffed it in a pillow case, and slammed it multiple times against a door. since i was so young, it didn't occur to me that the cat got hurt. i felt better. partially at least. when dcs finally stepped in, we were placed in another family and was soon adopted. i hated them because it felt like they were trying to replace them. the family had a pug since i can ever remember, and when i was 16 hated it because he was so old. so sick. I decided i would release him of that pain. one night i went to his dog be in the floor, i slid my fingers around his neck and i strangled him to death. that was the first actual life i had ever taken. and you want to know the truth? it felt grand!!! having something elses life in your hands. i didn't know how long it took for an animal to die from lack of oxygen, so i had my hand clenched around his throat for 8 minutes. now that i look back, it was probably overkill, but i wanted to be sure he was dead. so i snapped his neck. i felt no regret, no remorse, and if i had to do it again, i certainly would. since he was sleeping in my room, it was rather easy. I guess you could call that a mercy killing, but another part of me wanted to see the look on my families face. so i made it look like an accident, by moving his body around, to make it seem that he had just fallen asleep, and never woke up. the next morning was the best part, I had rehearsed on what i was going to say to my little sister, i shook his stiff, cold body and told his deceased body to wake up but to no avail. i had my younger sister try to wake him up but once she touched him, she figured out he died. she was screaming for my mother and father to come help, i guess they were all close to that dog, because they were all crying. the only thing i felt while burying him, was envy that he didn't have to live anymore, and joy that i got to see him gasping for air. say what you want, and think what you want about me, but since i'm a stranger, no one really cares do they? don't worry, i haven't' thought about taking a person's life either. in case you wanted to know anything about me, I'm not obese, or overweight simply because that disgusts me. i'm a quiet person who usually only talks when i have something important to say. I like reading, gaming, and watching anime. I have blue eyes, brown hair that is swept to the side, i am 6 feet tall, i am of a slim build. i have freckles on my face that are hard to notice because they are fading.

seek help. killing an animal like that is disgusting.

killing a dog like that and feeling absolutely no remorse despite your situation is sickening You didn't just kill a dog. you murdered a dog and felt happy doing it. you even rehearsed an act for following day. you get zero sympathy from me.

Jesus Christ, what the hell is this bio (Still haven’t read it)

but you know what the moral of the story is? life. is. a. bitch. I'm not crazy or anything i swear. it just hurt to see you parents love an animal more than their own children. i get that it doesn't warrant me killing, but i dont to be a bad person because of that. i don't want to feel like i am defined by that action.