"I didn't always hate humans. The first time my father hit me, that's when I gave up on humans."
- Poison Ivy
Fuuuuuuck, yah, pretty much the same for me.
nothing to mourn
nothing to mourn
he killed whatever relationship we could have had again and again... until I just stopped bothering with resuscitation
he's been dead to me for ages.
why should I care as he died choking on his own toxic beliefs?
beyond mild schadenfreude, of course
