I am so angry right now, so hurt that my family allowed my brain to be washed and hung out to dry, and then have the nerve to tell me I am on the wrong path.
I wonder how do people let others do this to them?! Why?! I wish I had kept the strength that I remember I had as a very young child and told them all to go to hell! I wish I had never allowed them to incur the damage that they did.
I want to go to brooklyn and single-handedly choke each and every pompous, prick of the WBTS till their scrawny legs kick one last feeble time. I want to drive by a Kingdom hall and chuck a Molotov Cocktail through the window.
My inner child hurts.
K