badassmav
Well-Known Member
Manic-depressive. Oh, and I kinda' like my beer. What's your excuse for kicking guys when they're down? There's already enough hate and malice in the world, why do you choose to cause more? I have done nothing to you, why berate me? This conversation does not involve you, but yet here you are, flapping your oysters. In my face, making asinine accusations. You don't even know me. You reinforce my depression, and my lack of faith in mankind. You say hurtful things for your own gain or amusement, knowing nothing of the darkness in which I live. You'd probably even laugh if I jumped, catching the moment on your smart phone to share with your friends. Better yet, put it on you tube and profit from my pain.Do you still do drugs?