It goes without saying that if things dont get better for me in the social department, you will longer be off the hook girl. I got a lot of frustration to take out and I need me a human punching bag. Hope you had a nice week off. God I f****** love ruining Halloween for the Goths. This year I ruined halloween for 6, count em 6 GOTHS! F****** lol. It’s like ruining Christmas for Baptists. Here’s to another year of misery! Fat man, You not getting paid is karma for rubbing those magazine covers in my face, sucker. Guess who has a full fridge and all his bills paid? THIS GUY! Guess who’s having a nice evening getting high and watching wrestling and laughing his a** off at dog memes instead of mourning the loss of his two best friends? THIS GUY! I am so happy that everyone around me who hates me is so much more miserable than I am that I want to break into song and dance. I feel so warm and fuzzy with schadenfreude. The harsh truth no one wants to admit is, everyone’s fucked without me, but me? I don’t need anyone. I’m a middle class white guy who’s family makes 25 dollars an hour sitting on our f****** asses. And when my father dies, I’ll be making an extra 14 grand a year. If no one wants to be around me, why the f*** should I give a s*** about their worthless asses? Enjoy that s***** economy and pandemic you stupid fucks, my income bracket went up just because everyone elses went down. I was born by my god damned self way I see it I’ma die by my goddamned self. No more handouts. I’ve been far too generous and forgiving in the past. You are dealing with a cold, self serving sociopath from now on. This is what happens when you starve a man of affection for 15 years. THis is not my fault. This is all of your faults! Well rot in squallor and work your bodies til they crumble to dust you ungreatful cretins. Don’t come crawling to me for handouts when you lose everything. I dont eat with people who won’t starve with me anymore. Kindness and generosity has outlived it’s usefullness. Time to turn to the dark side for good.
