/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>17789586
Do you really want to know? Everything started when I was 8 year old, of a day like any other, that night I didn't feel like sleeping alone so I went to my parents room and asked if I could sleep with them. I got in the middle between the two, hugging my dad, and I close my eyes but I couldn't sleep. Something in my head was bugging me "does Santa Claus exist?" I suddenly asked. Silence. I thought they were sleeping but then my mother asked me why I was asking such thing, I tell them that my brother mocked me about it the other day and I was sad. My dad told me then the terrible truth "Santa doesn't exist"... he explained that sometimes he or my uncle dressed like him in the middle of the night and then they put gifts on the christmas tree to feed my illusions, when I "secretly" went down the stairs at night to spy. I didn't say anything, I just wait to fall asleep. I never felt more ashamed in my life, my parents, the persons I most trusted... betrayed me. I swore revenge to this unfair world and everyone, everyone must pay the consequences! and this is why I am evil. It's all Santa's fault, fucking jolly red fatso.