don't play the martyr
He's crazy. It's the only logical thing he can come up with, if theoretically he could even come up with something logical at all. He's ranting and raving about the chemicals in his water, the bugs that will eat him alive at night and the fact that no one around him knows it. He likes to think that it's rather important, common sense really that you don't fucking ignore people when they're trying to talk to you, yes you! You goddamn fuckers who the fuck taught you manners but everyone around him can't seem to grasp this concept, this one little tiny concept and it's maddening, god god god god!, it's tearing him into pieces, he can't stop, he couldn't stop, he's tried, he's tried so many times but it winds up to be a vicious cycle of paranoia and the fear of being ignored, which invokes such a rage yet circles back into the attempt to display it, and no, they're the ones that are wrong, dead wrong, absolutely wrong, and the best part? They don't know it! They don't, it's impossible and is anyone listening? Is anyone out there? Is any-fucking-one out there? Where the fuck are you people?
This should have ended a long time ago.
This should have ended a long time ago.