I hate people. I want them all to die. Yes I hate you, you, and you, over there behind the rhododendron, I really fucking hate you. All in all I am in a hate filled, loved to kill just about everyone, want to run amok (and I like this spelling of it) mood. I wish I could tell you why but I suppose you don't really care and I'm not sure I could tell you. I can think of a few reasons that I would say have added to this, but honestly I've never been one to whine about shit. And wait the TV got louder and now I'm really annoyed and I'm going to bed before I start yelling for no real reason. Nite.
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