My dad didn't have to die from cancer. Some other fucking neet man-baby could've lost his dad. Sure he divorced my mom way before that, but I could've spoken with him on the phone. He was a good person, and he said a lot of shit that I agree with to this day. He was stronger and better than me though. I always wanted to be like him, but my mom divorced a strong provider, because Jehovah was a better solution. Let's make this life shitty, just in case there's an afterlife. Fuck making the most of this one, right? We are greedy. Coping is not enough. We want 100% utopia. Not that it would've mattered because the faggot went and died anyway. Probably better to have him out of the way. Imagine if I got even more attached to him before he croaked. Probably for the best that they divorced.
Mom found my newly bought hash stash
>27 years old
>still listening to his mommy
>allowing his mother to burn money
>believing in god
ahahaha
what a fucking cuckhold
im sure "god" will "help" her, if it is "his will"
if she dies its not your fault
it was "gods will"
fuck off and die you 70iq retard
>thinking I believe in God
at least I know how to fucking read
Again, learn to fucking read
you obviously do because you still bend over and take your poopy brothers cock and your cripple moms dick in your ass while not wanting to be punished so you sit around being a cuckhold for 27 years instead of growing the fuck up
have fun with your literal shit covered life xD
>babbys first troll
Shit that's a raw deal life cut you there. You're not an asshole, an asshole woulda' left his family and cut his losses. Do you have ANY spare time? Get out more if you can. Shit you shouldn't have to be born into a 24/7 care capacity.
I have more spare time than it sounds like. I just waste it all on worrying and hating myself. I try to get out more, but it feels weird. My mother obviously knows I have a weed addiction, so she constantly reminds me of that and gets really suspicious in her tone of voice and starts asking a bunch of questions whenI leave the house, even when I don't plan on buying weed. I have this constant surge of anxiety in my body when I'm away from the house. Plus she goes through my shit to see if I have any filters or papers to bust me on. I'm like a child