I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you.
And I want to punch the shit out of your rotted teeth and rip your rat's nest hair out.
For. The. Love. Of. God.
Grow the the fuck up and move out. (It's not even your house!)
You are not special, smart or interesting--and if you tell me about Marlowe being better than Shakespeare one more time I will pitch a fucking fit.
Fucking Moron.