Every day I hope to god that today is the last day she fucking breathes. Like honest to god I will not even cry when this bitch dies. I will do a dance of joy since my suffering will end since I don’t have to see her ugly face or deal with her every damn day. Like I hate that I wake up breathing every day knowing I have to fucking face the evilest bitch I’ve ever met right behind my mother and I hate my mother like no other.