I HATE PUKICHO!!!
I HATE PUKICHO!!!

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I HATE PUKICHO!!!
I HATE PUKICHO!!!
How is your relationship with your biological father?
We have a strong relationship and rarely argue
We get on reasonably well
It can be hit or miss
We argue most of the time
We hardly ever talk, and when we do, it's fractious
I don't talk to my father now, we no longer have a relationship
My biological father passed away but we used to get on well
My biological father passed away but we didn't used to get on well
I never met my biological father
FAMILY GATHERING
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On writing hate
༒ the way their name tastes bitter in your character’s mouth, like a word they only spit out.
༒ that stiff smile reserved only for them. it’s venom.
༒ noticing every single flaw: the too-loud laugh, the tapping foot, the way they breathe. hate turns people into critics.
༒ overhearing them praised and thinking: if only you knew.
༒ the satisfaction of catching them make a mistake, even a small one, and filing it away for later.
༒ those accidental moments of eye contact that feel like a duel.
༒ the petty thrill of calling them by their full name instead of their nickname.
༒ conversation with them feels like walking barefoot on broken glass: sharp, tense, and bleeding patience.
༒ imagining clever comebacks hours later, because hate fuels rehearsals.
༒ taking the long way around a room just to avoid brushing shoulders.
༒ hearing their voice and immediately wanting to leave, no matter how comfortable you were before.
༒ remembering every single thing they ever said wrong, forever.
༒ laughter that’s too sharp, too quick, every joke at their expense sharpened like a blade.
༒ the subtle joy of withholding kindness: not passing the salt, not holding the door.
༒ hating them so much it almost feels like love, because obsession lives in both.
༒ the relief of silence once they’re gone, like a room airing out after smoke.
I think he's running this show.
Humans suck
I really hated this girl in my class and we kept exchanging notes with various threats of violence on them but then on a Zoom call I saw that she kept a bunch of them pinned on her wall with little hearts around them and I got the biggest crush on her after that.
do i really need to caption this