I am so fucking tired of you.
You producing these maggots crawling around with their Tommy Hilfiger Polo Shirts on, frontin' like they're some kind of superior race. Haunted by their real mind. By their actual feelings of inferiority.
I've been to many places on this planet and never have I been surrounded by more god-damned piss ants with a closed mind.
Wake, Work, Sleep. Nine to five.
These people have no fate.
Menopausal women dressed like Miley Cyrus running over small children in grocery stores to get to their next perm fix and vegan starvation menu.
Perverted 60 year old men, lusting after little girls, just because their insanely controlling wife and mother treated them like fucking children their whole life anyway.
Fuck you all.
You don't know shit.
Don't front or I'll eat your fucking brain for dessert.
I'll devour your self esteem and crush your last hope of redemption.
Don't tell me how to raise my child, or how to treat myself or what to be, do or say anymore.
I am done keeping my mouth shut.
I will analyze your deepest subconscious in one second and you will wish you never said anything.
I'll run over your god damned coping mechanisms with a fucking semi truck and stick you where you belong, which is back in your Momma's belly only to light your whole fucking bloodline on fire.
Your DNA is tainted.
Your brain is corrupted.
Go back and start over.