Hate
I absolutely hate some things. I don't HATE alot of things. Why the hell does my mom think she can dial-up without a fucking modem? Her fucking modem is fried, and no matter what I tell her, I have to get off of the phone because she thinks, with some fucking genius miracle, she's going to fix it through WINDOWS. FIX A FRIED MODEM THROUGH FUCKING WINDOWS! THAT'S GREAT! I'm losing my fucking mind, I hate this life. I don't want to be around this stupid bitch any longer. I'm going to fucking kill her. One day I'm going to kill everyone.