Good evening to the people who will waste seconds or minutes of their lives.

While delving myself knee deep into the ocean of self-doubt and self-exploration, some minute details surfaced.

One, I love to romanticize in vulgarities. I see the puns, I see the necessity, I see the importance. Something about the purity that is mixed with the likes of something dirty.
Absolutely cunt shrilling.

Two, I am terribly flawed but my heart is filled with only good intentions. Come to think of it, that should have been one. But honestly, who gives a fuck.

Three, no one can hurt me. I am my own worst enemy.

Lastly, all you ego masturbators, I leave you with the wisdom of Hank Moody.
Satisfaction is the death of desire.