Piece of Shit (Nov 30, 2015)

Shut up. You're only a lazy bastard. You didn't do anything to deserve attention. You're only in the way, you're taking too much space. Yeah. You're fat. Quit consuming.

You eat.
Too much.
At the wrong times too.
Hungry?
Too fucking bad.

You didn't do anything to earn a fucking bite. Quit making other people take care of you. Get a job. You don't do shit at all. You're a child.

Oh?
Gonna cry now?
Tch.
Such a baby.
WAH WAH
Makes you mad, huh?
Too fucking bad.

You're too noisy. Your laughs are too loud. You're not cute. You're obnoxious. Nobody likes you. You're just in the way. They only tolerate you because they're kind. Quit bothering them, they're too kind to tell you to go away. Quit wasting their time, they have more important things to do instead of wasting pity on you.

You don't deserve pity. You did this shit to yourself, and you're doing fuck all to get out. It's your own fault for racking up debts, 'cause you're an idiot. Keep on digging that hole, that's right. You're gonna end up in it one day. Oh wait, you're already in it.

Stuck.
And alone.
Get yourself out.
Oh?
You can't?
Too fucking bad.

Oh, and that dream of yours? Yeah, it's never gonna happen. Wanna know why? You not doing shit to deserve it. Also, nobody wants you, that's why. You don't have anything to contribute or give.

Oh?
You have yourself to give?
Ew.
Who wants you?
Used goods.
Broken.
Damaged.
See?
Nothing to give.
You're a disgusting excuse and a waste of space.

Now quit asking, quit taking, quit claiming. Quit it. Stop. No. Quit asking for help. Stop interrupting. Your words and thoughts are unoriginal, you're just a fucking parrot, spewing recycled bullshit. Stop it, quit feeling, quit thinking, quit breathing.

In fact, stop breathing.
Now.
Suffocate and die.
Like the miserable piece of shit cunt you are.
Preferably alone.
Somewhere far away so nobody has to deal with you.
You're too heavy to move.
So yeah.
Die.
You fucking waste of space.