& inner thoughts gone public yet again
Sometimes you might want to be the biggest asshole you've ever met to everyone around you, they all suck anyways. Maybe one day you pursue that... Let's say you did... You've now ruthlessly disowned everyone you know and went savage to show them what the fuck it is... Eventually everyone would let it go, lets say they did. Now your left there, all alone, wondering why no one cared and why they weren't trying to make it right. ... Because you never did any harm, right? Well that's what you think. You think you deserve everyone trying to make sure your okay, after you personally fucked off every last one of your people. You're wrong. Hopefully now you will realize what you did. What you did was the most harmful thing any of us have done. It was all around you, them, and to anyone that unfortunately had to experience your final breaking point. Your irrelevant, inconsiderate, self-centered glass bottle shattered from all the pressure into a million little pieces flying into all of our eyes and in our paths for us to cut our feet on or get our tires popped. You not only went into self destruction mode, you took out the town too. Why? Because misery loves company. Strange approach you've taken this time... Now everyone is all gone and you're lost. Whose to say anyone even remembers you at this point. Due to your poor ability to react to situations and shitty intentions people don't like you very much. Making it easy to forget you. Most people would be honored to be able to get the chance to forget you ever even existed. You are nothing but a tool. A tool in a box. A box that holds millions of broken rusty good for nothing tools that will probably never be used again, unless its for something that its not meant for. Like breaking something, or hurting someone. You don't exist to people that have use on this planet. Your just another head taking up space.