Letting off some Steam.

Fuck.  Just fuck.  Fuck everyone and everything I am sick of people's shit.  If my own life wasn't bad enough I got the close friend of my very best friend treating me like I'm some figment of imagnination.  Just fuck everything I on't want to live here anymore and I don't want anyone to talk to me just please leave me alone i don't care if you wanna make fun of me anymore i got over that call me names if you like not like it'll d much more damage

I wonder if this is what he feels like?  ARRGH! Who cares let em think they're right call me ugly or dumb or not real  WHO CARES  I don't, not anymore it's just noise now.  and I got my own life t life so to all you assholes and dickwads out there jetting your jollies off at my expense go fuck yourselves and enjoy it cause I'm movign on.

I love you Niti please don't hate me. <3
After that happened, I admitted immediately that I was high off of peer pressure, Atrum was on your account in the "Post Reply" section, to your guys' own thread with each other and we found that and were IMMEDIATELY Suspicious ( This was me and Steve btw)

A few days after that we asked his mother if she remembered you visiting, and she did, so me and steve both have solid evidence of you existing.

However as a hilarious side note, we almost convinced Inu he was crazy and you only existed in his imagination. It was silly.

Well Imma take this chance to bitch incessantly now. Friends you're the unfortunate targets but don't worry this doesn't ONLY apply to you Imma just be using examples that deal with you. Because trying to remember every last slight dealt to me by assholish strangers is NOT AN EFFECTIVE USE OF RAGE TIME!

#1. My phone: Fuck everyone who gives me shit about not answering my phone, if even HALF of you were even SEMI CONSISTENT yourselves I might not be angry about it, but you aren't. One of you very specifically only charges his phone when he wants to use it, and STILL thinks he can fucking get on my case about it. We have like around 2 and a half to 3 and a half years of me being the literal only constant source of communication for the group. THE. ONLY. ONE. No one else could contact each other for shit, it was literally always me. Fuck you people This is half the reason I stopped taking my phone with me everywhere all the time because you fucks rarely call me anways AND WHEN YOU DO YOU ACT LIKE YOU CALL ALL THE TIME AND SAY I IGNORE YOU FUCK OFF WITH THAT SHIT AND GO BOTHER SOMEONE WHO'LL LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THAT.

#2. Locking my Door: OHMYFUCKINGGODWHYDOPEOPLEINSISTONTELLINGMESHITIALREADYKNOW?

#3. My inevitable fuck ups: Okay I'm not entirely sure if people are doing this on purpose or whatever but it's really getting under my skin. Mostly because it happens too fucking often. I make a mistake, usually an honest one, something that anyone could make. BOOM Banned from making food.

"Oh you burnt potato wedges! How did you even do that? You must be a terrible cook. Never enter the kitchen again." Okay this shit bothers me, because I actually took several classes where cooking and cooking well were a requirement. There is a reason I tend to stay out of the kitchen of other people and let them do as they please. Because everytime I see you cross contaminate that fucking kitchen knife I wanna take it from you and stab you in the hand with it. Though those feelings only really start to happen AFTER YOU INSULTED MY ABILITY TO COOK YOU ARROGANT JACKASSES. Seriously I occasionally burn stuff because I lose track of time and that makes me a bad cook? Means I banned from making anythings? YOU CAN BARELY HANDLE BASIC COOKING ETIQUETTE WHY THE FUCK DO YOU GET A PASS? Every time I actually sit down and cook and I'm NOT DISTRACTED, I get it done. I'm not claiming to be a chef, far from it, anyone can read directions and not fuck up a recipe. Thing is everyone seems to act like I fucked up the recipe instead of you know getting distracted.

"It's literally two steps tony how do you fuck that up?"

"I dunno mike but wanna know who noticed the fuck up first? Give ya a hint it wasn't the guy sitting right next to me who KNEW I was making food. It was the guy who put it in there and realized he'd been distracted!" And yeah maybe I SHOULD notice it first, but that's the thing I ALWAYS Catch these mistakes first, the one's involving FIRE, yeah I don't let those pass off to the next chuckle fuck to walk around because I CAN'T AFFORD TO. EVERYONE ELSE IS LITERALLY USELESS TO ME IN CATCHING SHIT BEFORE IT BURNS IN THESE SITUATIONS. THIS ISN'T EVEN THE SAME POINT ANYMORE. This shit applies to games a lot as well but usually it's just my jackass group of friends being assholes. All in good fun.

Doesn't make it any less insulting to me but hey, Why get mad when i can get even?

SERIOUSLY EVERY TIME MY *INSERT ACTIVITY HERE* REPUTATION IS TARNISH BY ONE MISTAKE I WANNA SET EVERYONE INVOLVED ON FIRE AND DANCE ON THEIR ASHES!

# WHO GIVES A SHIT I'M ON A ROLL NOW!: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST DO YOU GUYS SUCK AT MAKING PLANS, AND YEAH DON'T GET ME WRONG I OFTEN FUCK UP PLANS TO BUT JESUS CHRIST HOW HARD IS IT< IF YOUR PLANS ARE BASED AROUND A CERTAIN PERSON TO MAKE THOSE PLANS AROUND THAT PERSON"S SCHEDULE? I'M NOT EVEN GOING TO BEGIN TO TALK ABOUT HOW FICKLE YOU CHUCKLE FUCKS CAN BE

"Hey Tony I know you have work that day but I need you to jog all the way down to anchorage and grab me this pipe-"MOTHERFUCKER I BARELY KNOW YOU, FUCK OFF GET IN YOUR OWN DAMN CAR AND DRIVE. YOU APPARENTLY KNOW MY NAME DID THE FACT THAT I DON'T HAVE A LICENSE SOMEHOW ESCAPE YOUR GRASP WHILE YOU WERE GETTING DETAILS ABOUT ME THAT I DIDN'T SHARE WITH YOU? Fucker, AND WHO LET IN THE HOUSE AND WHYTHEFUCKISTHEDOORUNLOCKEDOHMYGODS!! AND I SWEAR THE NEXT TIME SOME ASSHOLE COMES UP TO ME WITH A SMUG ASS GRIN AND ASKS ME IF I'M CONTAGIOUS I'M GONNA SHOVE MY FOOT SO FAR UP THEIR ASS THEIR DESCENDANTS WILL BE TASTING FOOT SWEAT FOR GENERATIONS TO COME!

FUCK EVERYONE IN THE SMUG ASS FACES!

Moved to Nevada, can't find a job.
Live on discord.
Can't eat Carbs.

And now i'm having dreams about small communities of people I used to know, like a bunch of fucking ghosts haunting me.

Life's great.