I’m going to gut my arms like fishes, then throw myself to the river. No one will give a f***. I’m just a source of use for others. They’ll become upset that they can no longer use me, not because of my pathetic existence. People morn THEIR losses, not MINE. No one’ll say “That kid got fucked rough by life”. No! They’ll all regret me not giving service to them. Then, guess what? I’ll be replaced! Someone with a few chromosomes less’ll come along, charm my family and friends (who’ve already forgotten about me). Then I’ll be DEAD. F****** DEAD. Goodbye folks, hopefully the Devil doesn’t f*** me too roughly in Hell.
