FUCK,

I MEAN, REALLY, FUCK. THOSE BASTARDS. WHO ARE THEY TO DICTATE MY LIFE. WHO ARE THEY TO TELL ME WHAT I MUST DO AND WHAT NOT TO DO. FUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK. AND FUCKIN' SHITTY INTERNET IS NOT HELPING, EITHER. FUCK I NEED MY FIX BADLY. OLDHAM HALL YOU PIECE OF SHIT. FUCK THAT THANKSGIVING SHIT. I DO WHAT I WANNA DO, WEAR WHAT I WANT TO WEAR, AND BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING, I PERFECTLY KNOW WHEN TO STOP WHEN IT COMES TO OTHER PEOPLE. MOST OF THEM. I NEED TO GET BACK TO MY ART PROJECT, FOR FUCK'S SAKE. FUUCCKKKK ANOTHER NIGHT. THIS IS REALLY A SHITTY DAY EVEN THOUGH I DIDN'T GO TO SCHOOL. FUCK. FUCK.

I NEED A *RAGE* AVATAR.