𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 //𝘥.𝘸

𝘰𝘯𝘦

𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

Every minute of everyday is just you getting one more day closer to your death bed. Do I care? No. Should I care? No.

I mean for people who actually like being on this fucking planet, they hate thinking bout that.

For people like me, who don't got a fucking plan or a purpose in this hell, then we just kill ourselves faster. As in smoking and drinking, or drugs but I don't do that shit, I said dead not crazy. Some physically hurt themselves, I don't. I rather get beat up or jumped instead of just doing something like that to myself.

For a lot of people their teens are the best years of their lives. Maybe even childhood. Fuck that. I haven't had one good year in my fucking life.

You could be asking why my childhood wasn't that good. I mean teenage life isn't great sometimes but what happened? Why do I just go off the rails and want to just hurt someone? It's not like I caused what happened in my life.

By hurt, I meant mentally fuck up someone's head. Then if I really have fun with it I can physically just hurt them till they get knocked out cold. Almost dead.

I don't physically hurt girls. I mean I have hurt some before, like one or two, but that's because some broads just don't listen.

They don't fucking listen to what I tell them to do. Then they give me the bullshit of me being an asshole or a fuck boy only using them for their bodies. I guess it's not really bullshit.

You see how quickly I avoided the topic of my past. I just went on talking about hurting people. I totally just curve balled you. I don't tell anyone bout my past. Not even my friends.

All people like hearing are the rumors.

"He killed someone."

"He's bad news"

"Cops can't hold him down sometimes"

"He went to jail at age 10"

Okay, maybe some of those rumors are true. I won't tell you which ones are true. You'll just find out by yourself. Maybe if you take a guess you would get it right.

Anyways like I said before, no one knows the truth of my past. They think I was like this my whole life. Smoking cigarettes, beating some one to death, walking around and destroying everything that I wanted to destroy, talking like a hood, just being a delinquent. That's what I am. That was my purpose in the world being a fucking delinquent my whole life.

I was just taught this, I became this. This horrible asshole of a guy. No one likes assholes, some broads think they can change me. They realize too slow that they can't and that their first step to fuck up is to be with me.