I want to privatize my blog.
Cause I fucking hate all of you out there.
All of you fucktards.

Motherfuckers.
I hate you.
Although I promised my blog, I'll never ever bother anymore.
It's just an urge.
Prolly an urge to see if you're dead already.

First was the originality thing,
then it was the voting thing,
after that was the birthday thing.
Now it's the music thing.
Next?

I don't do you also don't do.
When I start to do it,
you have to do it too?
Whattha dog {x
Sorry, dogs are cute, not you.

Just what's going through your effing mind.
I think this post has made it very clear who you are.
It's not because I'm balless, in which I really am if you're refering to the bottom part, but it's because I don't want to create unneeded problems.
Why should I? (:

You're just a small nut.
I doubt you even have the balls, motherfucker.

Oh, when I type motherfucker, I keep thinking of how Zaf said it!
Soo goddamn funny.


AND PLEASE ALL OF YOU OUT THERE,
IF YOU'RE CONCERNED ABOUT DIANA,
I'D GLADLY LOVE IT IF YOU'D JUST GO TALK TO HER YOURSELF.
INSTEAD OF ASKING ME TO CHECK ON HER, CHECK ON HER, CHECK ON HER, CHECK ON HER.

It's not me being selfish.
I got my own problems to handle too.
Try to understand.
This isn't the only thing I'm pissed off with.
Because apparently,
my life sucks more.
Because there're brainless people in my life.
& there're people who are so goddamn selfish.

I don't feel like going for chalet anymore.
Although I tell myself I'm going for the gathering, not the chalet.
But the more I think,
the more ____ I am.

Fuck life(:
You can hate me with all your balls,
& I don't give.