I fucking hate this person. All they do is stick to me like glue like they don't even notice how much I despise their very presence. I wish they'd go away like a passing cold, but instead they infect the very marrow in my bones like a virus that clings so desperately to the very strings that keep me sane, pulling violently at them until they eventually snap. I want to kill them. I want to see them struggle against my grip, to watch them writhe in pain with my able hands clasped around their throat and the life is sucked out of them. Then I want to watch the life drain from their eyes as they eventually go limp. They are a sickening plague that digs into my skin and uncovers my deepest insecurities, that of which gnaw at my will to carry on living like a pack of hungry wolves closing in on its prey. Merciless. All they do is talk at me like I'm supposed to understand their gross humor; their pathetic attempts to seem like, "part of the cool kids." It's pathetic. They'll never be like me. The only thing they'll ever grow up to be is a scronny little cracker of a fedora-wearing retard who only finds solace within the confines of their own mother's basement. They're a furry-loving degenerate who's only personality trait is, "I like Warriors and Anonymous lollll." Fuck you. Sincerely and truly. You're not funny. You're not cool. I want to shoot you in the fucking head. I know I won't tho..
My stupid ass anxiety and depression gets in the way of that. I'm so depressed I can't bear it... I'm such a pussy I can't even brutally assault the person I hate the most. I'm so.. so pathetic.... so....... so...........
Quirky.