Everyone always asks why I’m always so grouchy, and angry. Because I’m not fucking happy and you’re all fucking obnoxious and fake and I see right through all of you. Just leave me the fuck alone, and don’t worry about why I am the way I am. Would you like me to ask why you’re so fucking thirsty for attention? Or why you think your shit doesn’t fucking stink. Get your head out of your ass and grow the fuck up, you immature little pricks.
I see right through every single one of you.