I know I must be below Jen, that's the first reason I've always lifted her up. She has always twisted truth so severely that she is the reason I believe in real magic. I'm still waiting to move past my 1988 hopes and dreams.
I won't kill myself bc of her, bc her power and rudeness doesn't change bc I'm dead. I am not good and I am not bad. I am a nothing. I barely leave my bed, allmost never my room. What is the poison that causes a woman who has always had everything, to make up such horrific tales? Then to ask vigilante to apply the horrors to an idiot that hasn't figured out to leave her bed, not yet in 43 years? Not a good plan. A good plan to create enemies. Jen's enemies keep me safe.
I do want to know how to help heal her heart. How do you trick your retarded big sister into hating the world? That's a special skill, to push a retard to suicide - one of those skills difficult to control. Jen already has one child, what if she has more? Shouldn't we try to save them from hurting like she does? I hope Jen understands the hell she lives in, she keeps alive. Truth, no matter how inconvenient, is no where near as punishable as lies made up purely to distract and humiliate. I'm telling you again, your enemies keep me safe. No one cares about my safety.
