#d.3

To all who wish for my very downfall, for my very being to be punished for trying to express myself, I can all but eloquently tell you to go fuck yourself. May my detractors burn in several scorching suns and wither away in misery and obscurity.

You driveling morons are the very reason people like me are forced to be left in the dark, to walk amongst the shadows for the rest of our lives. You try to drone on an on your soap box when its a rotted wooden crate about to cave in under you.

Pathetic, all of you, spending your life gossiping about trivial matters, matters you have no real context for. I hope sincerely that one day karma dishes back out the very same treatment you put forth on others.

In this day in age in which my existence is constantly contested I assure you that I will enjoy life's punishment for your behavior. May you forever be isolated and never be whole.

Christmas was great and even though I knew everything I was getting I still got surprised by a couple of gifts from my brother and dad. And of course our Christmas meal was great.

I had a really great time today doing secret santa but now I'm home and my brain is doing its thing and telling me that I talked about myself too much and I'm super narcissistic. I know we talked about so many other things and that people probably didn't think the same like in the grand scheme of things I probably talked a very miniscule amount about myself. But I can't help but think everyone noticed and wondered why I am so full of myself and make everything about me.