You will undoubtedly always find some way to misconstrue what I said because none of you really want to handle that much sadness and use false cheats of reality instead of facing the pain like you should which is what makes you retarded.
But, I bet and wager my soul and every soul in existence that someone will view that to be stupid. I won’t lose. There is literally an idiot out there that knows that is what they do, and would still call me stupid for noticing, being able to express it and say it. They will idiotly open their mouth somewhere about it before learning why it’s not idiocy on my behalf and actually idiocy on theirs.
And that only adds impetus to my wanting to die. That these possible idiots were taught by me, proved how intelligent they were and still didn’t see their own idiocy because they refused to and then blamed the teachers instead of themselves in all idiocy true and proper; true and proper retards all of them.
And then to top it all off some of the idiots will say that I’m being overly dramatic, to which I say again, I want to die; I’ve wanted to die since before even meeting half of you just based on what I could sense and feel. I wanted to die for bearing what so many of you refused to and even that refusal was based in an ignorance which further made me want to die and all of that without my knowing, so no it couldn’t have been an idiot loop like the hate and rage that many of you made me feel.
And in the process of calling me overly-dramatic, they’re already freaking out, becoming more overly-dramatic than I could ever be. And, to be sure, some idiot, whether here or in the mind somewhere will find some random tangent in this thread to retardedly drag out and make this about instead of actually tackling the meat of it and if they tackle the meat of it, choke on it and find some insulting edge to give back for being the idiots I knew them to be that they refuse to admit they are.
And finally, I want to die. This doesn’t make me want to go out of my way to do so, it’s not a statement of suffocation or drowning, it’s just a statement of, I’m going to live until I die, try to enjoy the most I can, but don’t pretend that that makes it all right or makes me in any way forget what I’ve gone through in my life or what’s coming at me. It’s not about being given reasons or not being given reasons, it’s not about not being given a choice; it is simply the retardism and idiocy of so many that I have to exist around. That’s all. The depravity, the torture, byproducts of the idiots that heard only what they wanted to hear and the sheer idiocy of it all. I can no longer tolerate, bear, or endure it.