I can’t stand the people in that **A. Yuck, they reek of ‘fake’ all over. I AM NEVER GOING THERE EVER AGAIN. YUCK YUCK YUCK. I feel like I’m breathing in uranium. I don’t know how that’s possible but it is.
To quote my Facebook:
“You are so fake, I want to step on your face 5 times, pour acid down your throat, shave your head bald and jump around for joy. There’s this terminal sinking/constricting feeling in my chest whenever I see you, your name, your face , hear you being mentioned. /// I want to practice HAPPY TREE FRIENDS on you.”
It is a NOT single person— its the ENTIRE THING– with only a few exceptions. UGH.
I have wasted my life on them. And yes, I value life right now— because its mine. Its not yours.
If there is an internet function for cyber murder, I’ll kill all of them— because they do not deserve to live if they do not know how to do so considerately. But of course, real life wise, the easiest and most pleasurable way is to just let them be and see them FAIL at it.
(And I do not have violent tendencies. Am I getting more angsty nowadays? But hmm, that keeps me alive. Feeling so gives me evidence that I am still alive.)
And to those people I referred to: I HOPE I WILL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN. I WILL DO MY BEST TO NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN. YUCK. GET AWAY FROM ME.