Somebody screwed up so bad when I was a child, that I now have to pay with my blood. Im sick. fucking frustration. How dare you ask me what is the matter? As if you don't know anything about it. YOU DID THIS TO ME!

You made me pay attention, now I have to take charge of this shit. I didn't do this! I had nothing to do with it! Why do I have to pay! Don't ask me 'what's the matter?' Why don't you take your questions and shove them up your ass!

I don't have to be here. Nobody's fucking grading me on this. Im not getting credit for this shit! Nobody's paying me! Just get out of my face and let me get back to my miserable life. YES! IM BACK. AND IM NOT HAPPY TO BE BACK! THERES NOTHING TO CELEBRATE, NOTHING TO GET 'CHEERY' OR 'HAPPY' ABOUT. YES, I SURVIVED. AND I REGRET IT TOO. YOU WOULD'VE SHOT ME DEAD IF YOU HAD ANY REAL COMPASSION! WHO THE HELL WANTS TO LIVE CRIPPLED LIKE THIS! THERE'S NEVER BEEN ANYTHING GOOD TO COME HOME TO! WHY DO YOU EXPECT ME TO THINK OTHERWISE NOW!!