Yeah, loads of pain knowning you. It was unlike anything I have ever known.

And you know what? You are a hopeless case, I don’t blame you. I am glad to know is what it is, we were incompatible, I can’t see us together, but I blame a lot of that sneaky backstabbing s***, the mental fuckery, pain, waste of time, etc, etc, on a few people who probably should have had my back, no with a knife, and who I expected better out of.

I mean what I say there. When I say some of these guys don’t want to be buds with me, now and to be in a room with me, would to be sitting there waiting for me to just haul off and punch you face out of nowhere. Sucker punch. Or elbow in the head. Maybe just an incredibly hard crack to the face. Maybe I’ll beat the s*** out of you. Refer to you as a f***** and when you talk back, attack you physically. Abuse. Douche bag abuse. That’s what it would be. Just saying….