I’ve had enough.
I hate you, you self-righteous, overbearing joke of a man. I wasted two years of my life on you and to no avail. If, for some reason, you want to teach me a lesson, I suggest you practice what you preach first because I’m not listening. I’ve developed selective hearing. I don’t heed advice from people like you anymore.
Who are you to tell me about placing my life in God’s hands? You are fucking stupid, man. If you had enough brains in that little head of yours (which is pretty full of air, by the way), you would’ve noticed that I’ve practically surrendered everything from the very beginning. I don’t get why you keep reading my Friendster blog. I don’t know why the heck you keep preaching. Oh yeah, I forgot. It will be your future job. But hey, I thought they give you great education inside your little institution? What happened to your grammar?
You’re a fucking loser. No amount of memories can and will put things the way they were. I hate you, and that I guess is final. Nothing more, nothing less.
