You are worthless. No one loves you. You should be dead right now. All you do is consume, and spend, and waste. You're a taker. What time is it? Fuck you, that's what time it is. Fucking kill yourself. Not good enough. Faster. You're selfish. You're alone. You're hurting everyone that loves you. Fuck you. Do it again. You're doing it wrong. You're living the wrong way. There's something wrong with you. You're too fucked up in the head to be a real person. You should be dead. Everyone's better than you. They're going to hurt you. You can't exist as a living being in this world, there's a box around you, a wall, a separation that keeps your bullshit in and keeps any kind of social interaction out. Please die soon. The majority of your life you've spent in hopeless misery. You're going to spend the rest of it like this because you're too stupid to go to college. You're too stupid to go to college because you never learned how to work. You never learn how to do anything right. Stupid fuck. Please blow your brains out tonight. Cut yourself. Burn yourself. You deserve to be in pain. You deserve to be hurt. You're a problem child and you ruin people's lives. You're a fundamentally broken person and you don't matter. You're running out of friends. Jaden there goes a friend. Henry there goes a friend. Luke there goes a friend. Kristin there goes a friend. You can't go a day in your life without fucking something up. You broke your stove. You broke your window. You broke everyone's trust. You're destructive, and you're a monster, and you feel nothing. If you don't hang yourself tonight, you're going to suffer forever. You deserve to feel this. Fuck you. You want this to go away? You want to go home and go to sleep? You want to feel love and companionship like real human beings do? You fucking can't. You're not real. You're a fractured and tiny creature. This isn't happening. Pizza Hut isn't happening. Leaning Tower isn't happening. Panchero's isn't happening. Casey's only happened once. You deserve this. This is the world telling you how much it hates you. The world hates you because you're a monstrosity, a deformity. Your brain is deformed. GET THE PHONE Kill yourself now.

You used to be smart. You used to care about yourself, and you used to have ambition in life. The only reason someone loves you now is because you're a hollow person and there's nothing inside you. It's easy to love something that's weak. Fuck you. Please fucking kill yourself so you can stop ruining other people's lives. You deserve to sit in a corner hurting yourself. Turn out all the lights. Tie your belt up. Shoot yourself. Drink cough syrup. Burn yourself. Again. Do it again, and do it right you fucking cock sucker. You want to know why you're an artist? Because you're pathetic. You indulge yourself in pointless things because FUCK YOU you're a desperate and insecure person. All of your friends are lying to you. They make fun of you behind your back because you're a terrible person. They only continue to keep hanging out with you because they hate you. You fucking degenerate parasite. You make a pathological liar and a hopeless sociopath look like stable people. You have to be good for person #1, otherwise you're bad for person #1. I see the world in black and white. I have been told no. Today, the world tells me "no" again. You're STILL a virgin? Why don't you blow your brains out, you pussy? Move along for the real Chads. Do you notice how out of place you are? You're not just out of place in Ankeny, or in your family. You're a mistake of humanity. You're nothing. Doing anything that's not killing yourself is a waste of time, and prolonging the inevitable. The world wants you to kill yourself and it's been telling you this for a long time.

Fuck you! I hate those fucking pussies! You could've done something for me! You could have loved me! I spent my entire life hiding! You have to hide! YOU FUCKING BUG YOU VERMIN. You deserve to be abused! You stupid man. You stupid piece of shit. Listen to noise music. Drown this out. Hey, want to know a good idea? Kill yourself. That's how you make the bad thoughts go away. You think these are bad thoughts? You don't know what "bad" is, you fucking coward. You think you have generalized anxiety disorder, but you're really just a privileged stuck up trust fund baby who's never worked a day in his life. This is what happens. This is how your brain responds to stress, because you don't know what stress is. This is why you keep saying KILL YOURSELF over and over again. WORK FASTER. BE HARD. BE A REAL FUCKING MAN. NOW. I HATE YOU BECAUSE YOU REMIND ME OF MYSELF. WORK FASTER. BE HARD. AND TAKE CONTROL.

This has been happening to me for a number of years. Ever since my first job at Leaning Tower, I've been telling myself FUCK YOU and screaming at myself, and hurting myself. You don't deserve anxiety meds because you use illegal drugs. Your love isn't real. You don't deserve to have your suffering alleviated. Please manipulate someone into supporting you or otherwise drown yourself. You drink alcohol so you're a bad person, and you make me feel like a bad person. My actions don't have consequences. WORK HARDER. You piece of FUCKING shit. I FUCKING hate you. I can't believe you've never had sex. You can never validate yourself unless you stick your stinky little dick in someone. You're worthless unless you're with someone else. You never learned how to show affection, but you sure as fuck learned how to get attached. That's all you are, is a parasite. People peel you off of their skin because you take things from them. You are a subhuman. KILL YOURSELF.