Sorry, Rosie. Humanity and me never really got along. You die and to them you stop being a person with, like. Feelings and personality. They put all this crap on your shoulders because you're not real to them anymore.
And then when you finally, finally, stop being an invisible fucking presence, you're ripped into because all their stupid living bullshit wants to have an outlet.
I say, fuck 'em. Wait until they die and some other breather puts the blame on them.
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Sorry, Rosie. Humanity and me never really got along. You die and to them you stop being a person with, like. Feelings and personality. They put all this crap on your shoulders because you're not real to them anymore.
And then when you finally, finally, stop being an invisible fucking presence, you're ripped into because all their stupid living bullshit wants to have an outlet.
I say, fuck 'em. Wait until they die and some other breather puts the blame on them.
Fuck. Sorry, I just.
Fuck.
They shouldn't treat you like that.