Sister None of the Above

When I finally do grow the balls to kill myself, my spirit/ ghost is going to personally come after every single person that makes some bullshit Facebook post about how much I meant to them. Fuck you, maybe send me flowers when I'm alive instead of using my inevitable suicide to gain sympathy. Note: if you know me in real life and you are reading this post, you are not included, because a) you wouldn't see this post if I didn't think you legitimately gave a shit about me/ if I didn't legitimately give a shit about you b) 85% of the people that I know in real life and do see this blog have already reached out to me and I appreciate you all tremendously but it doesn't (and this is on me not on you, and I know I don't have to tell you all this) make me find any more satisfaction in inhabiting a human body c) you don't make stupid attention seeking posts on Facebook in the first place Everyone else though, fuck you, I'm coming after you if you pretend you were my friend, fuck you fuck you fuck you

I want to just punch everyone in the face and then slit my own throat, no one even upset me in any way, I'm just sick of people being assholes and I don't want to associated with the human race anymore