Say my name and watch the fire grow! Curse my name – a demon gets its horns See my face – the one behind my eyes. I’m a son of a bitch. I’m as bad as it gets … and I’ll be that ’til I die!
… and JUST like that, I done gone and flipped my fuckin’ lid!
I … am NOT … playin’ anymore!
Don’t get me wrong, I wholeheartedly believe that we are ALL entitled to do, say, think, and BE anything we fuckin’ want, up to and including a miserable sack of “Oh, poor, sad, whiny, no one loves me” VICTIM BULLSHIT!
Look, if sucking all the lollipops, rainbows, and not always so easy to find SUNSHINE out of your family, friends, and even VIRTUAL strangers who happen to stumble upon your parasitic drain of an existence is the only way you can manage to survive, then, so be it! DO YOU, BOO! Just don’t expect THIS bitch to stick around too long to wallow in your cesspool pity party with you! I can just love you from a distance, ’cause I don’t owe anyone NOTHING!
At the end of the day, while, indeed, it seems that sometimes misery truly does love, if not THRIVE on company, I can Jean-Claude Van DAMN promise I’m NOT the one! Life’s too fuckin’ short to spend it basking in the company of crepe-hanging buzzkills!
The Diary Of My Perfection 