So much meaningless bullshit that you contain. Dosen't it cause a forceful strain? Fret for bullshit and Fret for your hair. Everyone fucking loves you, fucking everywhere. If you don't scream your bullshit loud enough that we all won't hear. If you don't have your bullshit to thrive on, your life dissapears. You have so many problems, don't we all care. It's not enough that some are looking, they all have to stare. You have to feed off others, so that you think your importance means a shit. When you realize that we all hate you, you just might throw a fit. I'm not really sorry I hate you, it kind of makes me feel nice. I'm not sorry your nothing, and just a bullshit device.