Like a vulnerable caterpillar, I wish to build a cocoon.
To transform into a raging asshole.
So fuck you, fuck your thoughts, fuck your dreams, fuck your desires, and fuck your feelings.
I’m here for me. I’ll do as I wish, when I want and however I like. Fuck your opinions on this.
Am I still depressed? Surely, fuck you for asking.
I’d continue, but I’ve run out of fucks to give at the moment.
Have a wonderful fucking Wednesday,
Tell someone to go fuck themselves.
I’m steady mailing out dildos.