master of nuthing

the end of hell.

i've been dominated my entire phuking life by my mother and grandmother, treated like a stupid phuking child. and then to be dominated by a woman as stupid as michelle, and then by a deaf fat lazy slob bitch like bobbi. i am the master, what i say goes. i will not be dominated. i will not be bitched at for how i treat my mother. i will not be told that i am wrong. i have had it, i am fed up to here with the way i've been treated, and always told that i am wrong, and being blamed for how i treat others, when others are never held accountable for how they treat me. everything is always my phuking fault, i am always made to be the asshole, and i am so goddamn phuking syck of that horseshyt. it's always 'how i treat others', but never 'how others treat me'. when is this blame game going to phuking end. when i finally kill myself, and take myself out of this sad, pathetik little picture? as if i needed any more signs that i oppose the entire phuking world like a thumb. any more proof that i am the one everyone hates. there is a reason to hate and fear me. this shyt's about to phuking change. you can all point your fingers at me, but i don't give a shyt, i stopped caring when my children were stolen from me. i see how this world thinks of me. they don't give a shyt about me, but demanding that i give a phuk about them. phuk that. you've taken everything from me. my heart is dead. you can all point your fingers at me, but i don't give a phuk, i'm pointing everything right back at you. the winds of hell chose me...

blame me all you want, it's all my fault, point your fingers, accept no responsibility yourselves, if i get pissed off, it's my fault that i got pissed off. if you're not pissed off, then you're dead. you are nuthing. you can blame me all you want, but it doesn't phuking matter, because if i don't accept it, that arrow just falls on the ground at my feet. i am immune. the end is mine.

go phuk yourselves.

update: if they want the asshole, i'll be the asshole. if the only way i can get a message to them, is to be the asshole, i'll be the asshole. it's what you want, and then when you get it, you don't want it. that's not my problem. why does everyone have to question everything i say. is it just because i speak the truth, that you have to disprove everything i say like it's a goddamned ufo. i state the solution, and then, just because they're not paying attention, i get blamed, and they question my solution, and the argument goes on forever. i state the solution. end of argument. they don't listen. hence the argument goes on. is that my phuking fault. i've heard of 'question authority', but goddamnit. people will ask me, 'what's two plus two', and i answer 'four', and then they say the most retarded shyt anyone in this universe could ever possibly think of when not thinking at all and no brain activity going on in those blank empty eyes staring at me, and say 'but if four is two, then who is one, and how many ones does it take to equal irrelevance and gibberish'. no, the solution is 'four', now shut the phuk up, don't question my answer until you have done your own phuking homework. this isn't idiocracy, try to evolve. don't try to prove me wrong, when you don't even know if i'm wrong. do your own phuking math, for once in your pointless phuking life. stop getting mad at me because you're too lazy to do your own phuking math. go back to skool, you phuking immature shytdart. you juvenile little phuking cuntwhiner. take your phuking child tantrum elsewhere. don't throw a fit because your calculator doesn't do what you want. live in reality. drink a glass of liquid lsd, and repeat that back to yourself, and in the meantime, stop phuking blaming me for being wrong when i'm not, you pathetik phuking assdouche. squeegee something, and you might realize, i was never wrong, you were. you moronik infantile buttphuk. wake the phuk up. be brave enuph to show your fellow comatards that waking up isn't so bad, it's nuthing to fear, and neither is taking some godphuking responsibility.