What in the hell am I doing here? Once a long long time ago, honestly it crossed my mind that you might need me for something down the line.
It's now obvious that it was all a move to keep me contained and quiet.
You got what you wanted. How does it feel? The first time shame on you, this time it's shame on me. Why did you do this to all of us?
You must have your fucking petty reasons for this psyop, but as far as this man can tell, you don't need me to do shit. All of you behind the scenes hated me anyway. who's to blame you, it seems that god made assholes like me and it's my nature. So sorry that my humor sucks too.
Listen, there's not a lot keeping me here on earth. What do I have but pain? Do you want to hang out here with pain and wait for something that will probably never happen? The more and more i think about it, the more I want out of this reality. Once upon a time there was hope, after eight years of stagnation and lies, it's plain to see, we're fucked.
If you need me, call upon me soon. Otherwise, this skater is later. People to do, things to see. It doesn't feel too good right now.
Somewhere along the line, you let corruption get to you too.