Not again

Do you people have to make me go crazy enough to come back here and blog about some stupid shit that happened?

Must you get me down?

Are you waiting for me to tell you how I nearly ran tim through with a fork?

And how i nearly stabbed and gutted PH with a knife? And how in that instant I had a very vivid flash of how it would feel, and actually loving it?

Must you be so fucking distant and closed off? Must you Hold back after preaching to me about wearing masks? Why wait until me, then start to stop? Why did you throw yourself at them in the first place?

God who does not exist, damn it.