A bunch of fakes. Surrounded by a bunch of fake ass liars and false teeth. I wish I could knock their fake white smiles right off their faces. They pretend to like me, but I know better. I don’t care. I’ll just keep acting like the f_+king servant they want. Sh+t, like they said at dinner, my food likes are lowbrow. Screw off you entitled f_+k. If it weren’t for me you’d be dead in a snowbank or cracked up on the floor. I’ll be fine. I haven’t had any real friends since I was about 12, and even then I’m not really sure. People not liking me doesn’t bother me.
I hope I drop dead in the snow, because no one would be able to function without my work. Dead would be perfect. No one would give a sh+t anyway. Not the haters that will troll all over this post, and not my so-called friends and family. I don’t have anyone. I made the effort for today: cards, candy, love…and I got nothing back except guilt. “Oh, you’re so much better at this than I am.” WTF?!!! REALLY?!! I’m hardly romantic, but I can remember that February means I’ve got to buy sh+t. Face it, no one wants me, I’m a f*&king loser, and f+_k off to those of you that say sh+tty things. I hope you feel good about the sh+tty comments you make when people want to die.
No one cares about me, just like a lot of people in this world who are lonely and unwanted. I am them and it will never change. No matter how much I open my heart, no matter how much I let people know I care, I am sh+t. I hope I’m dead by the end of this week. My partner is so out of it that she won’t be able to schedule or pay for a funeral, so I’ll probably get cremated and left in a plastic bag or a shoebox. She cares more about the shoes, so plastic it is. She’ll have to borrow money to have me cooked. We don’t have anything. We can’t support ourselves. No one gives a sh+t about “us” as a couple…because of me I guess. I pray for a serious car accident. I pray to be the one a drunk driver takes out, just so someone nice doesn’t have to be ruined. I don’t even dream anymore. There’s nothing happy for me. Counting the days until I drop dead.