That’s disgusting man…

I better not ever catch you around any woman I ever meat or get with in the future. I’ll ki you if it happens again man. I swear to f****** god. You have nothing to base s*** off. I never at any time ever indicated anything. If anything, without knowing, your being, that wimpy side of you, among other s***, just irritated the s*** out of me more and more, building, building, getting worse. It’s just s*** after s*** buiding on top of each other, and its really just a whole bunch of s*** that seems trivial but it’s s*** like musical taste. At the end. It’s would be seeing that gay Simon and Garfunkel album cover where they’re in turtle necks. I’m thinking “you f****** make me sick man….” And at the end, even now, I am completely irritated with you being. To the core. To the freaking core.

I’m not interested, on any level, and if I catch you covertly f****** s*** up in places for me again, I’ll f****** kill you. I swear to god. It’s difficult to get f****** rid of you, man. I mean that like your are a persistent f****** s***. A creepy one.