What do you want from me? I’m being psychically harassed by my mother (remember those three months? yeah, me too), the internet, people on the internet, my brother, my father, and anyone I think about.
No one is a good person.
Everyone feels the genuine gut-crunching urge to harass me. Fuck you, fuckers. I want my peace.
As for me, I don’t really have anything to do. Just a peaceful nobody living out his term of existence on Earth.