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WHERE ARE YOUR OPPS WHERE ARE YOUR OPPS

 Maybe I have been mean!!! But I know for sure I need a gun, a hypothetical gun to shoot at my loved ones' opps. I don't give a shit. Let me know!!!!


I am angry at all there is because I blame them, I blame everyone for how I turned out. I blame everyone for who I am. I blame my design. BLAME is so fun!! It is the truth for everything!! and I am more than I am not. WHEN I am not. And then I will kill everyone inside of me, the everyone of me who I am. There is no one else to kill except me! Except me! because you are SO AMAZING!!!! Fuck you you fuck!! I am not this person I am not me. I was not like this. I was not like this I was not like this I was not like this. LET MY FATE BE DIFFERENT THAN WHAT I ALLOWED FOR. YOU HAVE LIED SO MUCH. LIED TOO MUCH TOO BE TRUE. SO what! Complain for what! Let me take them down embarassingly so I will be humbled after, and then I'll complain and then ILL DIE ILL DIE ILL DIE BUT I WONT BECAUSE YOU HATE ME> SO MUCH THAT I AM NO LONGER AN IDEA I AM NOT AN IDEA I AM NOT AN IDEA 

YOU HATE ME NOW BECAUSE I AM NOT AN IDEA IM JUST DISAPPOINTMENT AND I AM ALL THAT IS BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD I AM A PIECE OF SHIT AND I HATE IT ALL I HATE IT ALL I HATE IT ALL I HATE IT ALL BECAUSE THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT NOT WHAT I MEANT NOT WHAT I MEANT NOT WHAT I MEANT

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