Seriously you think that much of yourself? You need some serious fucking help dude.
I know you think you're royalty, because God forbid the world revolve after you're gone...
I can see your future now..
When you grow up, you will realize that you're just another face in the crowd, and your delusions on grandeur will start to fade. Next comes, hopefully, your life of male prostitution and drug abuse. You will start sucking off homos just to feel some attention, and to feed your drug habit.
Your life will spiral, you will acquire a hilarious immune defeciency syndrome, better known as AIDS, and then comes your suicide. After you find out you have AIDS though, you find some hint of your former delusions that you're high & mighty, and decide AIDS aint gonna finish you off, oh no, you will be the one who does it, because you makes the rules, right?
Wrong.
You end up burning in Hell. There's so viewing of your funeral. Why would you want to see it anyways? All your friends are long gone, your family distanced themselves from you long ago. If you're lucky, your mother will be there, all alone, and she will feel horrible. She will feel horrible that she can't even shed a tear for her son. She will turn her head in disgust, and leave. Your father will be waiting outside in the car, he has no interest in seeing you ever again.
It's not too late, seek therapy now. It's not too late!
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What a douche.
Seriously you think that much of yourself? You need some serious fucking help dude.
I know you think you're royalty, because God forbid the world revolve after you're gone...
I can see your future now..
When you grow up, you will realize that you're just another face in the crowd, and your delusions on grandeur will start to fade. Next comes, hopefully, your life of male prostitution and drug abuse. You will start sucking off homos just to feel some attention, and to feed your drug habit.
Your life will spiral, you will acquire a hilarious immune defeciency syndrome, better known as AIDS, and then comes your suicide. After you find out you have AIDS though, you find some hint of your former delusions that you're high & mighty, and decide AIDS aint gonna finish you off, oh no, you will be the one who does it, because you makes the rules, right?
Wrong.
You end up burning in Hell. There's so viewing of your funeral. Why would you want to see it anyways? All your friends are long gone, your family distanced themselves from you long ago. If you're lucky, your mother will be there, all alone, and she will feel horrible. She will feel horrible that she can't even shed a tear for her son. She will turn her head in disgust, and leave. Your father will be waiting outside in the car, he has no interest in seeing you ever again.
It's not too late, seek therapy now. It's not too late!
Peace & Love.