You know what I can't stand?
People who think their lives have meaning.
Always ranting and fucking raving about how terrible or how great their life is, always fucking screaming or crying or fucking BOTH at the same fucking time.
Look dumbass, there's 6.5 BILLION (that's with a "B") of us on this fucking planet. Last time I checked, 1 divided by 6,500,000,000 IS A REALLY FUCKKING SMALL FUKKKING NUMBER.
And that number? THAT FUCKING NUMBER... is the importance of YOUR life.
So you think your life is important, eh? You think your family, your brother, your sister, your mother, your child FUCKING MATTER?!?!
they mean not shit.
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