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I don't know what just came over me, but I feel a need to scream at something. So here it goes: I'm not happy. Not at all. Wanna know why...? Well, you see, I don't know why either. I mean, I am lonely and feel absolutely miserable all of the time except when I hang out with my friends (which sadly doesn't happen very often) and wish that someone would try to punch me or start some s**t with me so that I would have an excuse to blow steam off, but that's not a good reason to feel this angry, is it? Of course not.

Wanna know something? I don't give a ********.

I don't give two flying shits about how justified I am in being pissed right now, and I could care less if you think I'm justified for being this way. I am ******** gpissed, and nobody is going to tell me otherwise; They'd be most idiotic to try. This is ******** bullshit. I'm the nicest guy on the face of the planet towards almost everybody. I smile and try to make jokes and just generally try to make people laugh. But what happens? Can anybody tell me? I get a huge shovelful of steaming horse s**t thrown into my face by everyone I know, a collective middle finger that everybody wants to try out on the fat kid. They treat me like a total peice of trash, a ******** sidekick for them to kick around like they are the god-damned s**t. Well, ******** 'em. ******** 'EM ALL!! All I try to ******** do is be the nice guy, try to be the hero: and I think I do the job pretty friggin' well. You'd think that a guy could at the very least get a little credit for trying!! BUT NO!! NOT ******** SHANE!! He doesn't deserve the ******** common courtesy of being treated like a competent human being!!

So to the two people who screwed me over and thought they got away with it:
******** you, Rick!
******** you, Mom!

HOPE YOUR MOTHER ******** HAPPY, YOU ******** WHORES!!


~Nate~