If I cant get my s*** together and get laid before my parents die, then I’m gonna have to massacre a bunch of women to punish them for my sad nonexistant s** life, starting with the 2 I’ve been obsessing over for years. People say I’m so blessed: That I have my health, a place to live, a car, a supporting family and great friends, im handsome, and funny, and I dont have to work for a living. Well I’m here to tell you my life is awful. I could have everything else in this life handed to me on a silver platter, but my life is meaningless and worthless without s** and I’d still be a thankless a******. What is there to be greatful for when I don’t have a p**** in my face? You split-tails will pay for your personal attack on my happiness.
You can’t dance, you cant pay your mortgage, you can’t take care of yourself, your parents died, you have to work 60 hours a week for the rest of your life….Oh booohoo b****. At least you can get still laid you ungrateful c***. Thats literally all that I want. The rest is window dressing for my pursuits of pleasure. The rest is just a waiting room for my suicide which I trash in my rage. The rest is an opulent, silk lined prison, preventing me from taking my own life. How does it make you feel to know how much good fortune, potential, good grace, and unwarranted second chances I carelessly throw away lazily chasing shadows of the past while you sit there helplessly rotting in your own misery,trying endlessly to overcome your own body and push forward? There is no such thing as karma, or justice, or god, is there? How else do you explain such a farce? You are responsible for all of this. You should’ve let me touch you. You should’ve saved me from myself.
