When people get to know my past... Well, the word "priviledged" is an antonym of any of the words people have ever said.

I've known homeless people who've had it better. At lest they get some kind of welfare support. I just get another kick in the balls and hilariously, another open hand asking for another contribution to support this glorious society and almighty ship of state, when I have nothing left to give. Over and over and over again.

One of these times, my luck will run out, and I will find a comfortable place with a nice view, take the pill in the capsule around my neck, and finally exit this utopian hell once and for all.

People spell my name wrong too, but I just correct them and move on with life instead of being a self absorbed pretentious fucktard.

If someone looks better than me i just make them look worse with a knife.

It's going to get worse once you hit around your mid-twenties.

Heed my warning.