Amazon sold me a broken USB type shit to type shit cabal (maybe) for my shitty printer (brand I don’t care fuck you) with nice convenient systems that work until they don’t.
Fuck you, fuck off, go die, just whatever I don’t want to actually hurt anyone or convince anyone to hurt themselves, but then again, I could still be at blame because I didn’t train you to withstand the real problem people. That seems more likely, actually, now. So I guess explain that to my parents.
You’re all stupid liars, fuck off.
I hate this place.
I hate this country.
I’m so displeased with the customer service.
I need to exercise. Jesus Lord.