My Epiphany

I just realized today. Nobody fuckin' cares, so why should I give a shit? No one gives a damn whether I live or die: Not a one. It dawned on me that wearing your heart on your sleeve is probably the worst fucking thing you can ever do. It leaves you open to heartache and loss. It lets people fuck you up good, and everyone else just LOVES it when you're down on the floor bleeding: they all love kicking you when you're down.

Yeah, I just realized that no one cares. That and that I fucking HATE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU. Rot in hell for all I care. I know you don't anyway.

Yeah, I'm an asshole and a jerk. Now get the fuck out.