Screwed

I am a contradicting, hypocritical, preaching on my soap box, self destructive hand job with crooked teeth and a bad hair line. I continue to get sodomized by drama and as a result have a stretched out, bloody, pink and irritated mud cup that is packed to capacity with issues and drama's tad poles. (Metaphorically speaking)
Every time and always when I get marginally ahead life throws a shot put and bashes me in the teeth. I am truly bad lucks punch line. I can’t keep a woman no matter how well I treat her. I have its not you its me tattooed on my forehead. I get black out drunk on occasion and only on the occasions when I have important pressing business the next morning. Life is nearly unbearable and as a result I am clinically depressed to the point of intentional self destruction. My job, home, and sanity are all in major jeopardy. It seems all I can do is belly ache and point the finger at others. So I think I need to relieve some stress and get some things off my chest…Maybe this will help… TO ALL THE WOMEN I HAVE BEEN WITH.. STAY AWAY FROM ME. I WOULD LIKE NOTHING MORE THAN TO CRUSH YOUR SKULLS OPEN AND USE YOUR BRAIN TO SPONGE PAINT MY WALLS WITH YOUR BLACK BLOOD. YOU ARE ALL DECEITFUL MANIPULATIVE EVIL HEARTLESS DEMONS THAT NEED JESUS IN EVERY WAY. I WISH IT WOULD RANDOMLY RAIN ANVILS WHEREVER YOU ARE. THE FACT THAT YOU CAN LOOK IN THE MIRROR AFTER TREATING ANOTHER HUMAN THE WAY YOU DO IS PROOF OF THE ACTUAL MANIFESTATION OF PURE EVIL. WHILE DOING YOUR MAKE UP IN THE MIRROR WHY DON'T YOU GRIP YOUR TONGUE AND JERK YOUR FACE INTO THE MIRROR AS HARD AS YOU CAN? NORMALLY I WOULD TELL YOU TO KILL YOURSELF BUT NOT THIS TIME. I WANT YOU TO LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO MEET THE MAN OF YOUR DREAMS. THE ONE THAT BEARLY ALLOWS YOU TO SPEAK AND WHEN YOU DO HE TELLS YOU TO SHUT UP. HE WILL MOST LIKELY CHEAT ON YOU AND WHEN YOU QUESTION HIM HE'LL PROBABLY SMACK YOUR FACE AS YOU DESERVE…. BUT ITS OK… YOU CAN CHANGE HIM. WHY FIND A MAN THAT HAS HIS STUFF TOGETHER AND A DIRECTION IN LIFE? ITS MUCH BETTER TO TRY AND MOLD HIM TO YOUR LIKING. YOU SHOULD ALL FORM A CLUB OF HEARTLESS GOLGATHINS (DEMONS MADE OF HUMAN FECES). I EVEN HAVE A NAME PICKED OUT FOR YOU…
C. CANT
U. UNDERSTAND
N. NORMAL
T. THINKING

Of course I am just kidding. I really don't hate ALL of you. I just blame you for taking advantage of my good nature and making me feel like garbage. No big deal…its just my feelings.