You people are all fucking dead, you hear me? Fuck you all!
Go on, call the police again & try to shut me up, Rat!! The present-day blogger refuses to die!! Except you want me dead at the hands of the police. Think about that for a gawddamn minute you little son-of-a bitch. You're playing w/ my fucking life here. Ask me, you deserve to die, setting me up to be murdered by the police. You've been more of a threat to me than I've ever been to anyone. You need fucking help, & not just psychological. You need to learn how to be a decent human being instead of a squealing two-faced hypocrite. Death to informers, & the rest of you shits as well!!!! Words can't express how much I hate you all & how much I want you all dead dead dead!!☠
And thanks again for all the sympathy & compassion you pieces of shit have offered me.💀
Are Zuckerberg's robots hiding me from my ex-friends* or do they just ignore/hide me? And why should I care? No one else does. (See, this is where I drag out the existential agony & point out how my existence is miserable & there's no point to going on, but I'm going to kill a bunch of you & you stupid jerks are such easily manipulable sheep you fall for it. "Oh, not only is he angry, but he's depressed & given up on this wonderful, wonderful world, better call the police because I'm too chicken.") Again, for the three millionth time, fuck every one of you. Why did you do this to me?
*Who am I kidding? I've never had an actual supportive friend in 71+ yrs. in this shitty painful world.

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