On my way home

So I’m sitting in a airport eating McDonald’s I wish O could say I ‘m happy but I’m not I am leaving from people who make me want to die to the original people who made me want to die . I forgot my razor blade and I’m really upset about it . I can hear the words that my mother and father will yell at me already . The brain damage I am Getting should be used on terrorist .

P.s every body is look as my feet and give me a weird look …I know there jello on my Iron Man socks .