fuck you

I stopped for a while. It was nice. I was able to write more about my story. But you know what the problem was? Since I wasn’t venting it out here, I began to talk back to you more. I need an outlet. And I really don’t care what you think - sadly, I do. Otherwise we wouldn’t have this problem. But I need an outlet. This is the lesser of two evils. And it brings me more satisfaction. Fuck you. Why do I have to call this an evil? It’s not. It’s a necessary good. It helps me get this out. And that, more than anything, is what I need. And since you have the emotional capacity of a signpost, I love that there’s so many nouns that you can add after that. Most not sentient. To describe your emotional intelligence quotient. Since you have the emotional capacity of a clay pot, you don’t either understand or care what I need. Only the second one. Always the second one. Regardless, is the birds thing also about your bullshit reputation? Because who cares about other animals right? You don’t have capacity to care for at least one of your three children. Why would you care about cats. You won’t even listen when someone’s giving you good advice. When the same advice comes from your mouth a day later, and you try to pass it off as your own idea, asshole sixty year old that you are, then suddenly it becomes a great idea. Before, you wouldn’t even bother to listen. Ever considered the nature of Nature? No, of course you haven’t. You’re more concerned with letting all your employees know who you donate to. All your goodness, in its benevolent glory. Ever considered that if you were to feed them, and they had full stomachs, they wouldn’t bother to scare away the birds? Nature, my nature, is not cruel. It is necessary for the function of living things.