My needs and desires cannot be fulfilled. What is so normal to everyone else is like winning the lottery to me. I want Britney so bad but nothing can be done about this for many reasons. I cannot satisfy a woman, I cannot get love, so all that is left for me to do is die. Don’t expect me to stick around while you all wave your love in my face.
To girls: I’m sorry that my ‘bad attitude’ turns you off so much. I’m sorry I have no reason to have a good attitude. Sorry that you almost seem offended by my extremely depressed state. I’m sorry that I was born. I’m sorry that I can’t satisfy you. Sorry that my voice sounds so stupid so you never really know what I mean. I’m sorry if you ever thought I was ignoring you or something like that, I just couldn’t bring myself to speak to you. I’m sorry that I can’t make conversation with you. Sorry that the lack of love and affection in my life has caused me to become a sad, suicidal hateful person. I would say sorry for not sticking around but, you don’t really care, you have no reason to when there are so many others out there.