The infinite dull roar of mindless chatter you're producing is deafening. If your mouth could run marathons you'd be world class, but that's ridiculous. I know you think you've got it bad. You think you've got it bad, that's the twelfth time you've mentioned that. And I don't feel bad for you, I feel bad for those you force to listen to your exaggerated suffering. I know you think you've got it bad, well you don't got it bad. This is the first time I've mentioned that. If you stopped for a second maybe your ears would be free of your own nonsense long enough to hear how your problems are irrelevant compared to those who weren't born into a protective shell. I don't feel bad for you, I'm just glad that finally you shut up.
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