This'll be one to regret.
Drunken, fucked up rantings. Read at your own risk.
I fucking hate you. You fucking little cock sucking whore, I fucking HATE you. You make my life a living FUCKING hell every Goddamn day that I breathe and I hope you get every motherfucking thing that's coming to you, you fucking cunt. Stop trying to take away my lifeline.
Yes, I am PISSED THE FUCK OFF. I'm stuck in this fucking rut that I can't get out of that NOBODY will give me a hand for. I literally want to die every single minute of every single day, but nobody knows that. Why? Because I don't post it on every single internet website I belong to. I keep it in because it's personal. Why do I want to die? Maybe because I don't have a single fucking support system, I'm not hearing what I want to hear, I'm not seeing what I want to see, and I'm not feeling what I want to feel. I'm fucking lonely as all hell and nobody seems to give a flying fuck about it really. But, you know what? That's fine. That's all the more reason for me to slit my fucking wrists even more than I've been doing tonight. I'll never be happy, I'll never be sane, and I'll never EVER hear, see, or feel what I deep down, truly want to. So, thank you. I'll just keep hanging on by that fucking little thread around my neck.
I fucking hate you. You fucking little cock sucking whore, I fucking HATE you. You make my life a living FUCKING hell every Goddamn day that I breathe and I hope you get every motherfucking thing that's coming to you, you fucking cunt. Stop trying to take away my lifeline.
Yes, I am PISSED THE FUCK OFF. I'm stuck in this fucking rut that I can't get out of that NOBODY will give me a hand for. I literally want to die every single minute of every single day, but nobody knows that. Why? Because I don't post it on every single internet website I belong to. I keep it in because it's personal. Why do I want to die? Maybe because I don't have a single fucking support system, I'm not hearing what I want to hear, I'm not seeing what I want to see, and I'm not feeling what I want to feel. I'm fucking lonely as all hell and nobody seems to give a flying fuck about it really. But, you know what? That's fine. That's all the more reason for me to slit my fucking wrists even more than I've been doing tonight. I'll never be happy, I'll never be sane, and I'll never EVER hear, see, or feel what I deep down, truly want to. So, thank you. I'll just keep hanging on by that fucking little thread around my neck.