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[paniqueattack]

how fucking DARE you tell me that i have no respect for anyone but myself and then continue to tell me that i'm selfish and a sick person for calling off work yesterday because it was my grandma's funeral. fuck YOU, dude. seriously. if you would have let me explain my situation to you yesterday morning you would fucking understand. you're a sick person for jumping to conclusions about something so fucking serious without having any fucking idea of what's going on. you're a fucking bastard. a god damn self-centered fucking prick. you tell me i don't care for anyone but myself? look at you! you fuck girls for your own pleasure. not to have a relationship or make them feel special, it's for your own fucking gain. you use shiah to get drunk on the weekends. you constantly tell me how much of a creeper he is, yet "he's your friend." funny, because i only see you hang out with him outside of work when you want to get wasted. you tell me on a regular basis that i need to show more respect to the people i love. when was the last time you stood up for me, kevin? i know your friends talk mad shit when i'm not around, not once have i heard about you telling them to back the fuck off. so why the fuck should i do that when you're friends are talking shit about you to my face? not once have i had any input on their mean thoughts slander towards you. hah, actually, i just lied. one time when justin and i were sitting at the old appartment, he said some funny shit and i couldn't help but laugh because i knew it was true. half of the shit people say about you IS true. live with it, it's your own fucking fault. little do you know, when i first moved here and we were all hanging out at Cicco's house, every single one of your friends there kept reminding me that they thought i was cooler than you. Your friends liked me more, kevin. that's fucking pathetic. the only thing you have going for yourself up here is the fact girls worship the fucking ground you walk on. other than that, no one fucking likes you. not one person. i'm so surprised you haven't caught on to that yet. it's really funny because you talk shit about everyone in pensacola for that very reason: because no one in florida fucking likes you. maybe your friends are better at hiding it in cleveland rather than the ones back home. i know you moved here because people admired you. you did it for the attention. you were a nobody in florida and now you're just a dispised nobody. nothing will ever change. you'll still be that fucking pathetic little punk rock kid that tried too fucking hard to fit in with the people who didn't fit in. you will always be known as the bastard that tried so god damn hard to be a part of the scene because you wanted to fit in again. when was the last time you did something because you didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of you? because i don't recall one time you've ever let those thoughts cross your mind.

you're fucking pathetic, kevin stanley. and i hope you burn in hell. either way, karma will catch up to you sooner or later. you can fucking count on it you selfish bastard.