And I’m so pissed. Really, I’m so fucking pissed at people with their sorry stories about how their life was so terrible and that’s why they’re NOT FUCKING TRYING TO DO IT ANY BETTER and hell that just pisses me off, you know? Depressed this, impaired that, blah, blah BLAH! If you can type and do shit then you’re capable, that’s that. All the rest is fucking bullshit, you know?
There is no such thing as CAN’T. Only DOESN’T WANT TO.
I have been diagnosed with a multitude of mental ailments but I HAVE NEVER EVER USED THEM AS AN EXCUSE FOR BEING A PATHETIC WEAKLING and I don’t intend to start doing that. Ever.
I just need to get this out. It makes me so angry. I want to cut them up in tiny pieces and make a necklace of their fucking intestines, that angry it makes me. ARGH!
You know you want to lay down and sleep. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. Close your eyes. I can’t. THERE IS NO CAN’T! Wouldn’t you give everything for someone who just holds you and tells you you don’t have to do anything? WEAK WEAK WEAK WEAK you are the most disgusting creature that ever roamed this planet’s surface! I’m so tired YOU ARE NOT I want to sleep. I want to sleep.
You’re so going to die. This weakness you are is going to die. You’re going to die by my hand and as you writhe in pain it will be good. Pain is weakness leaving the body. You’re going to disappear and it will be good again, there will be no weakness left.
Hurt you, hurt others, hurt me, the same, the same, I HATE YOU, you don’t, you don’t you don’t YOU DO I do
I despise the weak and pathetic. No matter what is their story, no matter how awful their life has been. They fill me with utter disgust.
I need to be taken care of NO YOU DON’T YOU BITCH I’m so tired, I’m so tired. YOU ARE NOT TIRED. YOU SHALL NOT SLEEP. NOT NOW. NOT EVER. I’m so tired. I’m so tired.