FUCKING CUNT, FUCK, FUCK YOU, YOU TOSSER, YOU SICKENING ASS,FUCK, BOLLOCKS, YOU COMPRESSIBLE UGLY FUCK, I HOPE YOU SHIT YOURSELF EVERYDAY, AND BE EMBARRASSED ABOUT IT. YOU WANT ME TO HUNGER MYSELF TO DEATH? OK, WELL I WILL, I WILL HUNGER MYSELF FOR YOU, SO THAT YOU CAN HAVE YOUR POSCH LIFE ALL YOU WANT, WITH YOUR UGLY FRIENDS AND YOUR FAKE SMILE, THAT'S WHY THEY LIKE YOU, YOUR FAKE SMILE, YOUR  'HELLRE ETT FALSKT LEENDE ÄN EN ÄKTA SURHET' FUCK! IT IS NOT HOW IT SHOULD BE, YOU SHOULDN'T WANT A PERSON TO BE FAKE, I WOULDN'T AND I'M NOT. WHEN I AM ANGRY I DON'T DENY IT. WHEN I AM ANGRY I AM ANGRY AND I LIKE TO SHOW IT. SAME AS WHEN I AM SAD. I DON'T FAKE A SMILE WHEN I AM SAD. I AM SAD WHEN I AM SAD. SO FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU.

my 'once-every-week' rage. well not every week. but today. I felt like letting go.

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and I am not listening to anything right now. puss