It's called. I'm sharing my words due to professionals ******* with my head, and else more they've done. I speak of the number two. Is all. If it weren't for them I wouldn't had started sharing my words.
You say you want to kill me. Who doesn't.
I say I want to kill people who refuse to grow up. Well. In all honesty. I don't. Probably anger I encounter from being annoyed with the fact I don't understand why. As mentioned. I've gone throughout my entire life understanding hardly anything. See the reason for the small bit of irritation it can cause me? Ah. But I get, do get over it.