I don't.
I really don't.
Your impunity makes me sick.
It makes me want,
To absolutely fucking not.
Your mere existence ruins my day entirely.
I hope you fucking know that.
You dipshit.
You really make me stoop soooo
Fucking
Low.
I'm manipulative?
No.
You.
Make me.
Manipulative.
There's a clear difference, dear.
Why can't you just leave me be?
Go die, or something,
Do literally anything!
Just go away.
Oh my fucking GOD.
You make me a bad person.
This isn't,
What "I" do "best".
It's the me you turn me into.
You make me want to slit my throat,
Just to make you suffer,
Somehow.
Some fucking way.
I'll do it.
Don't doubt me.
Didn't I already say not to?
You lot don't fucking listen.
I WASN'T joking,
Okay?
Stay in your lane.
I'll stay in mine, you waste,
Of.
Fucking,
Space.
Look how angry you make me,
Do you see how angry you make me?
Je ne..
Je ne..
I don't fucking care anymore.
You're taking years off my lifespan.
Your presence makes me gag.
This is my art.
You should appreciate art.
So do it.
I'm sure I'm entertaining enough.
But
You aren't entertaining enough,
Not for me.
Je m'en fiche..
Je me fiche de toi!
Tu me rends indifférent..
Especially for the good ones.
How dare you.
Comment peux-tu?
Eat your words.
Choke on them.
Just like how I want to choke on a bullet.
All because of you.
Vous..
Je déteste ça..
Je te deteste.
Je te déteste, aussi.
Fucking parasites..
Je ne......
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