I shouldn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thinks
I have the right to do what makes me feel good
Hurting dickheads makes me feel good
I have a right to hurt dickheads
I have a right to blow up the school
This logic is obviously flawed, and it leaves me with nothing except for the validation that I can’t have what I want and life is just a battle that you fight until you die. Well, fuck this and fuck you. I’ll relieve you of your duties in battle . I’ll do it with a piece of shrapnel through the skull, ************. Or maybe I’ll go and rape someone I really like. And then spend the rest of my life in a prison cell. At least that adds a little flavor to the battle.
The only reason I’m not dead is because it would leave me inferior to those who are still alive. And that’s not how I want this thing to work. There are so many people’s lives depending on my decision. Where is their respect for that?
I’ll teach them all that I have learned. Practically.
(Dear NSA. This is a poem. I’m not actually going to kill anyone)