Maybe if you didn’t allow jealousy and anger to turn you into such a monster, you wouldn’t be so lonely and miserable. What kind of life is this, shouting into the void like you’re a ferocious lion because it’s the only thing your impotent ego can do at this point. You’re not fooling anyone pussycat. Theyre not scared of you, they pity and laugh at you because you’re so pathetic and mental.
