i fucking hate you all

didn't do shit on my computer this morning.
just sat here. staring at the desktop.

i want to crawl in a hole and fuckin' die.
i'm so sick of people thinking they own everything.

this sickness.

seven eleven is now discriminating against homeless people.
they put a sign up saying 'no homeless people allowed'.
which, i think, breaks some bigger human rules we have.
of all places. not starbucks. not olive garden. seven eleven.
does anyone need to be shot yet?

hung?
burned?
humiliated?

some fagwrench walked by wearing a tight black spandex shirt,
tight orange spandex pants, with his package clearly visible.
i said 'you need to put some fuckin' clothes on.
his response is... 'at least i have a job'.

i said 'why would i want to suck your boss' cock'.

but that sickens me.

just because you have a job,
gives you an excuse to drag your balls around in public,
act like an asshole, and insult people you think lower than you?

is that really the excuse here?

that's it then.
i'm out of here.
fuck this childish fuckin' party.
seven billion hypocrites.
claiming responsibility, preaching hatred...

fuck it.
fuck this shit.
fuck all of you.
i'm sick of your immature excuses.
i'm sick of you.

i can't talk.
i can't think.
i can't breathe.

i'm slitting my wrists on my daughter's birthday.

i'm gonna find somewhere to be invisible, and i'm exiting this door.

i want that darkness. that silence.

the lyrics to just three metal songs could end this entire situation.
if you fucks were brave enough to listen to them.

even your ears are too weak. fuckin' pussies.

if anyone gives half a scruntfuck, why don't you research these fuckin' songs your adult self.

the fuck you will. fuckin' children.

song number one: 'we are the others' by delain. be brave and research sophie lancaster.
song number two: 'freak like me' by halestorm.
song number three (my personal choice): 'run for cover' by otep.

bonus materials for extra credit:

song number four: 'beauty and the freak' by sonic syndicate.
also research elliot rodger, alex jones, joseph campbell, richard dawkins, and anton szandor lavey.

i fucking hate you all.
each and every one of you fucking little scumscrunt turds.
i fucking hate you.
your childish, immature, piece of shit world means that you get to whine and complain and bitch too much.

harassing homeless people is bad enough.

if i could organize even ten of these mindless fucks,
make a youtube video...

you'd have a legitimate backlash on your hands.

the way i'd see it, every time you harass us, discriminate against us, humiliate us...

we humiliate you.

see i'm a fan of public humiliation.
you haven't seen my fetlife page yet.

fuckin' pussy.

i'd tie your ass up to the wall outside, shove a hotdog up your ass, shove your little 'no homeless people allowed' sign in your mouth, write 'hateful turd' on your naked body, stick that shit on youtube, and burn your fuckin' store to the ground with you tied to it. and your fuckin' security guard dog nazi nigger scumfuck. tyler durden needs to not be fictional. if you're not brave enough to change this world, and stop bitching in your little shell of fear, i fuckin' will.

i fucking hate you all.

i want to puke.
i want to slit my throat.
i want to cry.
i want to kill.

i can't do any of that.
i have to just be your slave.
that's the only choice you leave.
the only product you truly sell.
no security, cause you're the one who's insecure.
calling like a pussy on your phone for backup.

i don't need backup.

i never bought your security.
i never bought your lies.

and if this isn't a reason enough for those fucks telling me to get a job.

i'm using this as another good reason why i'm glad i don't have a job.

fuck you.
i'm not you.
i'll never be you.
i'm not your fuckin' slave.
i'm your fucking enemy.
by now, you shouldn't be talking to me.
you should be running.

my thin layer of sanity holding everything back...

well...

he just quit his job.

if this has to end as badly and quickly as possible,
i don't give a fuck anymore.
i've had enough of you. getting your way.
whining, crying, bitching, getting your way.
i will slit your fucking throat.

and then i'm going after your boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss. and his boss.

i'll see you on judgement day.
you human fucking turd.
fuck you.