Sanatorium for the sane...

Like I honestly don't understand what drives a person to treat other in such a horrible and completely inappropriate ways. I have done no wrong. My rooms messy, it's my room. I don't clean your dishes, I don't eat at home, ever, because of you. I don't clean up your dogs piss and shit off the floor, not my dogs. You live in my house too. It's not yours. You are no better than me in anyway. You have nothing on me, or to hold over me. Nothing to do with all your bitch. But guess what, I'm not fucking going anywhere! Go ahead haters, hate away, but know that it's the thought of you, and how much better off I am that makes my smile bigger. Peace out bitches, I'm to happy to be brought down by your fucking stupid. Done!

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It never matters what I do or say because I'm always wrong and have to pay dearly and forever. I'm judged by people lesser than I, and reprimanded by a system so jacked its brakes are on backwards, so every time their used the whole show goes up in flames...
I can't do this any more. I am on the verge of murder in all degrees. But no one cares. And I don't know what scares me more, the fact that I can potentially get away with it, or that I really fucking want to in the first place...