why do you stalk my posts?
I don't, you loving self-centered moronic pig.
I came here to have an intelligent discussion about the stuffhole we call society, and the putrid filth that half of the people we all know, you included, have for brains, instead of neurons and brain cells, like a normal human being should have in order to function properly. But you aren't a human being, are you? All you do is spew comments dumber than the stuff you call your friends, and act like a five-year old on the internet trying to be cool, saying you have "swag" every five seconds and acting like rap is the best thing in the world. Acting like what you say is right, and anybody who disagrees with you is wrong.
You know what you are?
You, in a nutshell, are what is wrong with society today.
You can be used to describe what I hate in the world, and that is people who spew the word "swag" every five seconds, which, again, is a
loving floral arrangement, and wear pants so god-damned low I'm surprised you haven't tripped on a flight of stairs, fallen down to the first story, broken your neck, spine, hip, legs, arms, skull, and every other bone in your body because of it.
And I know you won't read this, you illiterate, ignorant bint. You'll just say "tl;dr lololol salt swagswagsagwgagsgawg"
Know this, you moronic cunt. People like you are what's wrong with everything I see on a daily basis. I walk to school and see somebody wearing pants around their god damn thighs. I walk to school and hear the word "swag" to describe somebody. I walk to school, and I see people taking what they have for granted. "Eh, I wanted a white iPhone, god Mom, get it right, eugh."
I hate people like that, and I hate people like you.
Good.
loving.
Day.
Talk about mad. This clown follows me around stallking my posts. I know it hurts to be inferior to a person in every way possible. Wait. no I dont. Cause I'm the GREATEST.
I am not simply mad.
I am furious.
I feel the urge to find out where you live, simply so I can take your intestines and choke you with them.
I want to murder people like you.
But I can't.
Because, unlike you, I have a sense of self-restraint.
