Another thing too is that I don't even really need a frying pan, I can't think of the last time I've ever used a fucking spatula and fried something.

To be fair, there was no spatulas in the house, but it's still highly unusual.


Also, she bought me a leather jacket when I was a teenager, and years later I found out it looks just like the jacket this criminal wears except it wasn't as distressed brown, but it was to a smaller extent but still quite distressed.

So there it is again, being cursed by these people who are supposed to be my family. I don't know how they live with themselves and carry on, act normal and regular to me, when it seems like secretly they could be harboring dark intent towards me.