Your face is that of a steaming fresh pile of cow stuff. Like I don't even know what to say, you are so loving ugly that....jesus what the forget? Your existence makes God puke, if I knew a million people they would all hate you, I hate you. The world hates you, you disgusting piece of stuff mother forgeter cunt sucker. Your parents even hate you, they'll give you a gun on your next birthday just to kill yourself, trust me, they told me. They told me your birth was like giving birth to a fresh pile of stuff. Nobody loves you, go kill yourself. 1 person will attend your funeral, and that's the priest. No wait, he won't even be there it'll be the birds just stuffting on your corpse.
