There has not been once in my life where I believed in the idea that men and foids are equal, because we fucking aren't they are useless and we quite literally fund their existence.
I remember this one time where a friend of mine told me "hey that answer you wrote is wrong" then this bitch in a nasa sweater gets up and tells the teacher.
This fat fucking behemoth jabba the hut toad waddles towards our desks and begins to rip both of our test papers to pieces, my friend goes "but we didn't cheat!" To be honest I agreed with him bc fuck that foid we weren't cheating.
I ended up going home that day and thinking about why foids had to be such fucking bitches all the time, not a single good experience with them even as a kid I was imagining myself growing up just to be in a shitty household with a shitty nagging wife, and I thought to myself I'd rather die then go through such a life.
That's when I started to use routes to escape my shitty reality like videogames for example, escapism was my only cope.
A few day's later and it's raining outside and I'm walking to school with my stupid case containing my trumpet while my friend is waiting for me i end up slipping and I fell to the ground, my entire backside being soaked by the rain infused with the dirt on the ground.
My friends sister dies laughing at me and I got up angry heading to class.
And after all that, getting my test paper ripped over a misunderstanding, falling on my ass and being laughed at, I set my trumpet on the desk outside and my teacher goes.
"Oh, ManOfVengeance there is no band today...
"
I walked home contemplating whether or not I should kill myself after everything that had transpired, I started to skip rocks for a few hours in the pond then walked back home.
inconveniences like this became a normal occurrence in my life always some fucking bullshit happening in the dumbest ways possible.
Can anyone relate?
I remember this one time where a friend of mine told me "hey that answer you wrote is wrong" then this bitch in a nasa sweater gets up and tells the teacher.
This fat fucking behemoth jabba the hut toad waddles towards our desks and begins to rip both of our test papers to pieces, my friend goes "but we didn't cheat!" To be honest I agreed with him bc fuck that foid we weren't cheating.
I ended up going home that day and thinking about why foids had to be such fucking bitches all the time, not a single good experience with them even as a kid I was imagining myself growing up just to be in a shitty household with a shitty nagging wife, and I thought to myself I'd rather die then go through such a life.
That's when I started to use routes to escape my shitty reality like videogames for example, escapism was my only cope.
A few day's later and it's raining outside and I'm walking to school with my stupid case containing my trumpet while my friend is waiting for me i end up slipping and I fell to the ground, my entire backside being soaked by the rain infused with the dirt on the ground.
My friends sister dies laughing at me and I got up angry heading to class.
And after all that, getting my test paper ripped over a misunderstanding, falling on my ass and being laughed at, I set my trumpet on the desk outside and my teacher goes.
"Oh, ManOfVengeance there is no band today...
"I walked home contemplating whether or not I should kill myself after everything that had transpired, I started to skip rocks for a few hours in the pond then walked back home.
inconveniences like this became a normal occurrence in my life always some fucking bullshit happening in the dumbest ways possible.
Can anyone relate?
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