Gunshot to the head?
Nope, now there’s splatter on the wall.
Knife through the throat?
Now you’re gurgling and gonna drown..
A few slits over the wrist?
Nah, that’d hurt too much.
Now, really.. what’s got your goat?
Things aren’t so bad. Are they?
Any last words you want to say?Protiguous 2020
I’ve some: Stay, Friend.
I feel like I’m going to explode with anger.
I am sick of people spreading false information.
I am tired of people sticking their heads in the ground.
I am sick and tired of people pushing their ignorance and hatred onto other people.
Go away, you stupid f#cks.Protiguous, 2020
So according to my son, I’m going to run out of days to live on Friday the 30th of December 2011..
I’d better wear clean underwear.