fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...etc, etc.
Fucking shit. I am pissed off. I want to go on a killing spree. I want to kill myself, I don't care. I need some violence. Or violins...again, it doesn't really matter. I want to quit my job. I suck at it, and well, quite frankly, my fucking attidude (and people getting into my fucking business) have gotten me into trouble. I don't care. I want to talk to my friend from work, but I don't want to bother him. I miss talking to him every night. I think he hates me now. Realizes that I am the worthless piece of shit that I am. Fuck. I don't like that. I want him to stay my friend. Who else am I gonna talk to? The cats? I don't even think they like me. They piss on everything. Ugh. I am at the maximum for stressedoutedness, pissedoffedness, and pissedonedness...damn those cats. If you love me, you will kill me. Thank you. End transmission.