I Am a Misfit, and Proud of It

To all who claim that they are always here for me, whenever I need to reach out and seek support from anybody. All of you, and I mean all of you are all hypocritical phonies, who just want to feel good about themselves selfishly, convincing yourself that you're helping one in need, when all of you couldn't care less in reality. When I am attempting to pour my heart out with great difficulty, Shut Your Freaking Mouth, and just listen to me. Allow me to complete a thought or sentence at the very least. Don't be so driven to hear yourself talk so eagerly, because the message you are sending to yours truly, is, "I'm not listening, I'm not interested, I just want to talk on endlessly." Allow Me To Express My Grief Openly, without getting interrupted by your annoying voice continually, and that's just the hypocrites I've dealt with personally. To the rest of you out there, the assholes of many, who claimed, "I'm here for you Bill. I would die for you Billy." I never asked anything from any of you previously, but when I asked all of you a small favor that was important to me, a task performed literally costless, conveniently and effortlessly, not one single response from my so called family or friends, not any. was received from any of you bastards and bitches, not one of you phonies. So I guess what I'm trying to express here in it's entirety, is Screw All Of You Mother Screwing Phonies, SCREW EVERYBODY! Every MotherScrewing One Of You, STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!