Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Just work with me

I wanted to write a joke that I had told; but, I bombed out on it.
Here,
I want everyone to go away.
I want to die.
I do not want to be saved/released/cured from my situation.
None of you are doing anything.
The emphasis should not be on how moral or normal I am.
I think the rest of you have majorly fucked up sometime in your life.
Don't judge me on the use of grammar.
The taboo colloquialisms are necessary for emphasis of emotions.
Let's -since I have a living computer that is in my skull - start this off in order of importance for me.
Sorry, Bumblebee, I hope you forgive me for doing this and feeling this way.

Rotaxlyn,
I want to die.
So, I do not want you to bother with me any more.
Do not look at my thoughts.
Do not think about me.
None of that.
Go back to Aiden or one of your other past boyfriends,
or go find someone that youmlike or likes you in Baytown.
I don't have time to even think about you in my deepest thoughts.
Hell - and this planet is a hell/purgatory of its own - I want you completely away from me.
You won't respond to me on this blog.
I don't want to hear your voice in my head.

Ever again.
I want you to go away from me permanently.
You're too busy to do anything with or concerning me because I am an embarrassment to you.
Now you can find someone who is better and perfect.

Edward Snowden and Andrew Huang:
Both of you were amused with Andrtew having me talk in mandarin then having the two of you come over and see me in person.
Very funny.
Let the man with the computer in his head be a fucking spectacle to you.
My life does not mean shit to any of you.

All of you are so famous that a poor homeless fuck up like me is not worth anything to any of you.


All of you can go away.
I would like to die.
None of you were going to do anything, are going to do anything, or will do anything to alleviate my situation.

I just want to die.
You have had enough laughs from me.

President Trump has nothing to do with anything that happened to me,
I just wanted to tweet him here and there.


I may regret my decision of today; but,
I want to die and no longer exist.

You people can find someone to jerk around and shit on.
Not me.
No more.



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