Yeah, I'm pretty much a burden or useless even when I've said all I can say or done all I could do. I just don't care at this point. Nobody else did. So be it. Oh well.
Well, oh well.
It's fine for him to drag you back and abuse you more. It's fine for us to throw you out of house, home, work, school, pretend to give a shit, and then lie and lie and lie and lie. Too bad.
Fuck law enforcement. Fuck psych wards. Fuck landlords. Fuck men. Fuck women. Fuck life.
It's cool, we just rip your keys away from you, your livelihood, your motorcycle, your choices, and tell you, oh too bad, the bitch doesn't love you. The bitch doesn't love you. The bitch lied and the state kicked dirt in your face.
We gave the cunt your stuff.
Just to piss you off.
Well. You don't get to be happy.
Well, you don't get a better job.
Well, you don't get your four degrees or a living wage.
Well, you don't get to be happy.
Oh, is she trying to leave me again? I'm going to call the guy and threaten him. And her classmates. And keep stalking her and dragging her back because I'm going to rape a baby into her and force her to keep it. I'm going to keep forcing her to have unwanted sex with me and continue forcing her to lay on her back while I demand to lick her fucking period, fuck her anyway, and keep fucking her and say, well, I'm Matt herrman and that's how I treat women or roommates or people in general and I just stomp on her all day long and rip her phone away and stare at her and pretend I love her. I love hurting her and I love forcing my fingers into her vagina and holding her down and ruining her life. And her mother loves it.
Oh, did you overdose again trying to get away from them?
Yep.
Oh, did you try to get over it and move along?
Let's break her again and again and again.
Well, oh well.
Fuck you too.
Well it's over now.
Yeah, and it's still tormenting you, isn't it?
I don't love myself
I tried
And the bitch screamed in my face and yanked my hair and blamed me for everything.
The schools failed me, the police betrayed me, the system fucked me, and then they said open your legs and you'll definitely get somewhere with that…
Oh, well my pweshus doggggeee is more important than you or your baby.
Oh well, I don't care if you're upset, I don't want to go anywhere or do anything, I want to sit here with my pweehus DOGGEE on my dick and ignore you.
Oh you wanted a job, like joining the military so you never have to see those people again? No, we won't let you. We don't care about you. It's more fun to torture and torment you and hurt you and continue sexually abusing you and trafficking you in circles and robbing you and telling you too bad. I need someone to abuse. I need someone to stick my dick in. Gimme gimme gimme your wallet, gimme gimme gimme your social security card, gimme gimme gimme your phone, gimme gimme gimme everything so I can bury you in it and say hahahahahahahahahahahaha, you're not fucking worth anything, oh, you have a uterus? Let's fuck you again even though you don't like us.
Let's whisper and humiliate you again.
Oh, well, I thought you were working and getting someplace in life. Well I thought your life was great.
Well. You could be just like us but we're just so much better at hurting you. Go hurt yourself. Kill yourself. Just kill yourself casey. Just kill yourself already.