A Very Special Infinite Story
Oh geez you really are hopeless aren’t you?
You sink even further into depression. You REALLY don’t do anything anymore. Your grades drop, people don’t want to be anywhere near you in any way due to the fact that you give off such an aura of bleakness that other people get miserable just being near you. Well that, and the fact that your hygiene habits have become that of a third world street beggar dying of leprosy. Your parents at this point are getting fed up with the moping act and don’t help matters any by screaming at your practically comatose body 24/7.
“UGH! It smells like shit from a dead dog’s ass up in this motherfucker!” your Mom exclaims holding her nose.
“Goddamnit boy, get your ASS up! This shit’s getting’ old! Boy! I told you…ah fuck it, I’m not gonna even waste my time beating you, you’re a disappointment anyway! Go ahead and rot for all I care. Just leave the damn door closed.” Your Dad says before both of your parents leave in disgust.
They don’t love you. Nobody does. You wish you could escape. Maybe they’d ALL be sorry once you’re gone…
You sink even further into depression. You REALLY don’t do anything anymore. Your grades drop, people don’t want to be anywhere near you in any way due to the fact that you give off such an aura of bleakness that other people get miserable just being near you. Well that, and the fact that your hygiene habits have become that of a third world street beggar dying of leprosy. Your parents at this point are getting fed up with the moping act and don’t help matters any by screaming at your practically comatose body 24/7.
“UGH! It smells like shit from a dead dog’s ass up in this motherfucker!” your Mom exclaims holding her nose.
“Goddamnit boy, get your ASS up! This shit’s getting’ old! Boy! I told you…ah fuck it, I’m not gonna even waste my time beating you, you’re a disappointment anyway! Go ahead and rot for all I care. Just leave the damn door closed.” Your Dad says before both of your parents leave in disgust.
They don’t love you. Nobody does. You wish you could escape. Maybe they’d ALL be sorry once you’re gone…
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