What’s Your Problem?
What is your problem? Have you taken some sadistic pledge to annoy me to no extent?
Do you have nothing better than constant bickering about this and that? All the time cribbing about how you’ve been injusticed. I don’t really care, don’t you get that?
Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Just planning and dreaming about what could happen is not going to be enough. Get up. Move. Do something about your pathetic life.
And once you’re done pitying about yourself don’t turn onto me. I don’t need your advice, I’ve never asked for it. It is crappy, just like you. Look at yourself first, then tell me to change. I like myself however I am, whoever I am. If you think I am nothing and nobody, fine by me. What’s it to you?
Seriously, leave me alone. I don’t need you. Now or ever. You are just a sad lethargic thing, without any ambitions and focus. Nothing wrong with it. But then don’t pretend to be different. Quit being a moronic hypocrite.
Let me tell you this as sweetly as possible: Go to hell.