Gentlemen, Fire Your Weapons.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

I hope you explode from your own loser stench. I'd gladly snipe your fucking head off your fucking shoulders, but then I'd get locked up for manslaughter. I tried being nice to you. Nobody can deny that. You're a fucking schizo who doesn't know how to take a fucking JOKE. You can't even TRY to be a friend, let alone be civil. I don't see why I should even stand within a foot of you, motherfucker. Let alone talk to you.

You're unbearable to be around. You can't even come up with proper comebacks. You suck, to be honest. And honestly, sometimes you don't even make any proper sense.

I've wasted too long hanging with a fuckwad like you who walks around like they've got a whale stuck up their ass. I've left my friends in the dust cause I was blinded by your filthy face. I owe them a whole lot. Yeah, I'm in the wrong too. For sticking up for you when it wasn't even worth sticking up for. I realise I've never exactly been happy in your company. Like a friend of mine said, when you're not angry with me, you're about to be angry. When you're not about to get angry, you already are angry with me.

It never fucking ends!

YOU = BITCH OF EXTREME COCKSUCKING

Sure, maybe you're right. Maybe I don't have any true friends. But whatever; I'm ten times the person you'll ever hope to be, and then some. And the people I love? Way better than you.

So long, dickhead, and I hope you trip over your own feet and get run over by a giant truck.