Why do I gotta take a test before I get a job interview? You're already putting me on the spot and I'm not even getting payed for it, then you go through the application with your beady fucking eyes and complain about any little discrepancy. And even if it's pitch perfect your probably gonna decide to not give me an interview. And if you do, you're gonna put me on the spot AGAIN!!! and look at me with your beady little eyes and disregard my greatness for any little discrepancy AGAIN!!! AND I"M STILL NOT GETTING PAID YET!!!

Then on my side I got people up my ass with their every day bullshit that they could have literally taken care of themselves without getting me involved and opening up a huge door to the hall way of who fucking knows the bad things that are gonna keep happening>>> and I got bills in my ass clogging that up so bad the best drano would run away with its tail between its legs and then I got people yelling in my ear when I wanna fucking do something for myself.

All I do is help clean and calm people down around here. And you know how much I hate being around people, especially when you people are this fucking horrible. Now I gotta sit around a person being this pissed off and listen to them fucking eat, and play their little fucking video games, and fucking text, and make little fucking sounds, ALL THE FUCKING TIME. And do they care if they're being fucking annoying or rude? Nope, they keep doing it. Tell them to leave and they come back twice as many times. Then tell me they owe me nothing, or tell me I'm "disrespectful". I should call the cops the next time your smoking weed asshole. And yeah, nobody did shit when I poured your beer down the drain, BITCH! Now you're moving out and I'm finally free of your horse shit.

And yeah, you all talk shit behind my back and like this is fucking High School and can't talk to me like the adults you say you are. Instead you gotta vote on mob rules as to who says it to me. Then its always the person who is fucking closest to me. I didn't try to alienate anybody but you didn't encourage anything but spit and painful conversations. And you say I'm the bad guy? I tried to be your friend and you repeatedly spat in my face with every conclusion I gave, tending your own fucking wound and bringing everybody down in the process you selfish bitch. And holding your own mentally ill induced values over my own, you deserve to be thrown out on the streets like you have been. Being nice to you reaped no reward, also urging no reward. Further alienating me and my fucking years of everybody I've ever fucking know. As while it was me who was the odd one because of the mental illness you inherited further driving me apart from people in my own home. But I've done what you could never do, and that's kick the bad ones out, keep the good ones in, and realize my fucking place. I fucking finished you.