i've learnt not to trust anyone anymore. trusting is hard when it's a one way road.
and i'm sick to death of people not acknowledging me. I'VE DONE MY FUCKING BEST. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE? DO YOU WANT ME TO MORPH INTO ONE OF THE POWER RANGERS AND SAVE THE DAY OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN? IS THAT IT? WILL THAT PLEASE YOU?
know what, i'm sick of you. all of you. you fuckers. i wish i'd skin you alive, but no, i'm mr nice guy, remember? ooo~ i can't hurt a fly. no~ i couldn't. cause i'm mr nice guy. WELL THAT'S SARCASM YOU FUCKING DUMBASS. HAVE THE PLEASURE OF RETAKING YOUR EDUCATION IF YOU'RE HAVING DIFFICULTIES DIFFERENTIATING IT. works damn well for me but EVEN THAT DON'T PLEASE YOU NOW, DONNIT?
argh, no matter how much i vent, it's not enough. look, i'll prove you wrong. i'll prove to you. think i can't make now, do you? well think again. fuck, when you see me the next time, and you're all poor and have like fifty kids and living in some dump-shit place, don't come rushing for me. trust me, i won't rescue you. i've had enough of you shits. low-life motherfuckers.
and at least have the damn courtesy of saying thanks the next time around. i'll gouge your small eyes out if you don't the next time around.
and all you fuckers out there who stared/will stare at me when i'm the the train or something, i think you need to get out more. look, i'm not the only guy who has this condition, ok? there are others who has it, you stupid hermit. motherfucker can't control his own damn eye. i'll singe you fuckers, i'll fucking singe you. mark my words.
on a final note: this entry is purely general. it's entirely up to your discretion to whom i targeted this at. well, at least the last portion of it which i clearly defined the audience.
and i'm sick to death of people not acknowledging me. I'VE DONE MY FUCKING BEST. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE? DO YOU WANT ME TO MORPH INTO ONE OF THE POWER RANGERS AND SAVE THE DAY OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN? IS THAT IT? WILL THAT PLEASE YOU?
know what, i'm sick of you. all of you. you fuckers. i wish i'd skin you alive, but no, i'm mr nice guy, remember? ooo~ i can't hurt a fly. no~ i couldn't. cause i'm mr nice guy. WELL THAT'S SARCASM YOU FUCKING DUMBASS. HAVE THE PLEASURE OF RETAKING YOUR EDUCATION IF YOU'RE HAVING DIFFICULTIES DIFFERENTIATING IT. works damn well for me but EVEN THAT DON'T PLEASE YOU NOW, DONNIT?
argh, no matter how much i vent, it's not enough. look, i'll prove you wrong. i'll prove to you. think i can't make now, do you? well think again. fuck, when you see me the next time, and you're all poor and have like fifty kids and living in some dump-shit place, don't come rushing for me. trust me, i won't rescue you. i've had enough of you shits. low-life motherfuckers.
and at least have the damn courtesy of saying thanks the next time around. i'll gouge your small eyes out if you don't the next time around.
and all you fuckers out there who stared/will stare at me when i'm the the train or something, i think you need to get out more. look, i'm not the only guy who has this condition, ok? there are others who has it, you stupid hermit. motherfucker can't control his own damn eye. i'll singe you fuckers, i'll fucking singe you. mark my words.
on a final note: this entry is purely general. it's entirely up to your discretion to whom i targeted this at. well, at least the last portion of it which i clearly defined the audience.
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yes die you low life motherfucker. die die die. lets buy some sub-machine guns and do a killing spree.
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