December 7, 2002
Good god, you're a whining bitch. Why do you say the shit you say, even when that little voice in your head screams at you to shut your merciless mouth? The venom just runs right out, your thoughts are polluted and bubbling with self-righteous exoneration. You're so right, the world is so wrong. Can't you just be an ordinary person? Must you always strive for the alpha spot? Aren't you sick of being lonely because people can't stand you? Don't you get tired of making excuses to cover your absurd fear of living? You're becoming everything you despise. And more.