You’re asking people to pay money, just to hang out with you.
I want to do the opposite.
I would pay money to have people leave me alone.
That’s how much I hate you.
That’s how much I loathe being around you.
It’s not an act.
Fuckin hate you.
ALL of you
I hope the ground gives out underneath your feet.
And I hope you get trapped in a chasm.
I hope you die of death riddled with panic.