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I'm waiting for the stupid, worthless girls to kill the stupid, worthless guys before blowing their own heads off for the hypocrisy of it all. Then I'll care about peace, when there's about 5000 people left, because they will be the ones who could actually accomplish it once the worthless, shallow, degenerate, blind, unthinking feeders on the bottom of the tank have been torn from their barely recognizable existence.
This goes far beyond emo, folks.
How to tell if you're on the list of the doomed: You're a normal person who thinks schooling and a successful career are the most important thing until you "come across that one person who changes your mind" and you then get married, fuck a lot for two years, and then continue on in your meaningless, white picket fence-surrounded mindfuck of a miserable existence just so you can "die happily" with tears in the corners of your eyes as you remember that the "loving family" surrounding you was never what you wanted to begin with and neither was the career because you never figured out what actually mattered and now it's too late and you've resigned yourself to hell only to realize, riiiiiight before you die, that it doesn't exist and you're just not going to exist at all anymore and no one will remember you and no one ever actually gave a fuck about you because you were just another individualistic dot in a black tapestry of monotony and unbearable mediocrity. And you'll begin to sob in those final few moments as you come to realize that all of your years chasing the Jonas Brothers and whatever other pathetic fad you had bought into in your youth were wasted, as was your crazed search for someone to love you because you never loved yourself and that person never existed because you were a shitty person and no one ever COULD love you so you settled for second, third, fifteenth best and that person doesn't love you even now as they watch you die so they can go bone some sixteen year old stripper with a fake id after your funeral, and that everything that ever SHOULD have mattered to you is gone with no more chances to go after it and oh look, now you're dead, and the tears they're crying are fake because now, finally, they can "get on with their lives" rather than faking empathy as you suffered, and in fourty years they'll be right here where you were and it'll be the same cycle all over again.
The end.
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