How to Kill Your Family

by Bella Mackie

Turns out a slightly sweaty man in a grey suit jauntily wearing a flower crown is exactly what a loss of dignity looks like.

I was eliminating a toxic group of people from society.

A family who’d done nothing but take what they could get for themselves, and treat other people with disdain.

These women are missing a few layers of the varnish of civilisation.

Never trust an artificial redhead – their need to be different and interesting marks them out as neither)

I’ve never been someone who enjoys parties. The amount of small talk involved depletes my energy and makes my whole body tense up. Not because I’m shy, but because it’s so boring it makes me want to die.

Intrusive thoughts which feel like your own, but they aren’t, not really. They’ve muscled their way into your brain and dressed up as your thoughts.

If eyeballs were capable of bleeding, the signs I had to see in this office every day would be the main trigger.