What kind of shit is, “I don’t hate you, but I hate what you do?”. Seriously?

I am the most unforgiving person ever and once you made an impression, it fucking lasts, okay. Even if I haven’t fucking met you ever. And I think your family members are chicken shits too. And your friends are chicken shits too. What can I say, chicken shits of feather flock together.

Just because I’m tolerant of your shit doesn’t mean I’m a fucking doormat.

Just because I’m not into proving you wrong doesn’t mean you’re right.

I feel like severing all these irrelevant relationships.

I can’t wait to leave this place, all these pathetic attention seekers, nobodies, drama queens, pseudo zen fucktards, celeb wannabes and just do my thing.

Thank goodness for an empty house.