oh my god jono! did it ever occur to you that no one likes you because you never stop whining, ever, no matter the context?
i mean, think about this situation for a second:
i have giant flaps of unnecessary skin hanging off every inch of my zombie-colored body. can you even imagine how terrible I look naked? and yet, here you are, all boo fucking hoo because you have to wear a little mask and keep your collar buttoned.
fuck you, man. you’ve got magic brain powers that can do basically anything. you know, i mean it is a fucking observed canon fact, that you can fix your stupid pretty-boy face just like your dumb ass broke it in the first place. if you took the effort you put into all those self-pitying psychic monologues and redirected it toward not being a useless prick who only deus ex machinas when all is lost — oh em gee so dramatic — you would already have figured out how to get your face back and I wouldn’t have to listen to your bitching and at that point i’m pretty confident we could tackle some of the world’s smaller problems, like urban poverty and war in the middle east.
SORRY, WHAT?
what do you mean, “what”?
I SPACED OUT. IT HAPPENS SOMETIMES WHEN I’M THINKING ABOUT MY SADNESS. DID YOU SAY SOMETHING?
#like penance
#or penance
