Yeah. OK. Fine. I admit it. I'm weak. I'm WEAK WEAK WEAK WEAK. OK? Are you happy now? I ADMIT IT! I'm pathetic. I'm weak. I'm inadequate. I'm full of fears. I'm soft. I suck.
You could have had your shit figured out long before I was born, ya know. You had oodles of time. I didn't ask for this shit.
All I wanted to do is play with puppies, eat ice cream, and be nice to people. But NOOOO! You're all like "you must go forth and beat people to death with your balls of steel and bite the heads off lemurs" or whatever the stupid shit is that you value. Asshole.
So you know what?
Fuck you.
Yeah, that's right.
Fuck you.
Oh, I'm sorry, are you having trouble hearing me? I said
FUCK YOU!
Oh, wait a second, there seems to be something behind my back...let me just bring that around front...oh look at that, it says
Fuck you.
Hmmm. There seems to be something in my pocket...let me pull that out...oh! It's a big ol' ball of
Fuck you.
You know, I seem to have something in my shoe. Let me reach down there and see what it is. Yep. Just as I suspected, it says
FUCK and YOU.
Whew. Felt good to get that off my chest. Onward.
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yikes it is scary how much i like this post.
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