If you want to die so bad then so be it. I’ll gladly serve life in jail as long as I know your fat f*** boyfriend isn’t having threesomes with hot goth girls inbetween meetings with rockstars while I beat my meat to p*** for the 15000th time and get unreasonably mad at losing a video game because my life is a f****** joke. That should be my life. It’s not my fault I was born mentally ill. Youre f****** dead. You shouldve made all your social media private and been lowkey, but you had to be a showoffy b**** and make me compare my life to your boyfriends and now youre gonna lose everything unless you give me a taste of what I’m missing. If you had just fucked me a couple dozen times we wouldn’t be here right now, so its 100% your fault. I’m changing the day and I’m not gonna tell you when so you can’t save your f****** dog. F*** you. If I cant have any hot k**** s** with 2 incredibly attractive goth girls at once before October 12th, youre gonna f****** die at an unspecified time between then and Halloween. Im gonna dump all my money on killing you. Im not even gonna try to run, I want to make sure you don’t make it out alive.