Synically Optimistic.

I'm Not Going To Be A Total Buzzkill And Talk About How Retarded The World Is.
No.
I'm Going To Talk About The Fact That I, Sebastian Pettersson, Wasn't Made For Life.
Now This Is True And I'm NOT Making Any Of This Up.
When I Was Born,
I Was Born Perfect.
I Was So Perfect,
God Envied Me.
So He Put A Curse On Me.
Now Everything I Do Screws Up.
I Can't Even Walk Around Without Hurting Myself.
Few Minutes Ago,
I Wanted To Lie Down,
My Hand Missed The Floor,
MISSED THE FLOOR,
And I Fell.
I Don't Blame Him,
Everyone Feels Intimidated By Me.
I Am That Awesome.
Everyone Always Puts Me Down And Bullies Me And Screws With Me Head,
And I Can't Do Anything To Retaliate Because They Get Pissed.
People Say I'm Fucked Up,
I Say They're Fucked Up,
They Just Can't Handle Me Telling Them Truth About Themselves.
I Hate Part Of The World.
-Seb-
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P.S A Wise Person Once Told Me,
If You Have Nothing Good To Say,
Don't Say It.