You are wasting your life. You are brilliant and I love you but you do nothing but sit on Facebook acting like an asshole in buy-sell groups instead of getting a job so we can move out of your mom’s gross house. You never clean up and I don’t have the energy to do it after working nine hours a day. I wish you would just be as wonderful as you could be instead of this moochy loaf who gets angry at our cats for meowing or using the litterbox and verbally abuses me because his life sucks. Don’t tell me you’re a piece of shit and then do nothing about it. Please be who you’re supposed to be and not this depressed non-apology-giving jerkoff. I can’t handle the stress anymore and it’s becoming far too frequent for me to wish I wouldn’t wake up in the morning just so I wouldn’t have to watch you live this life.