<p>... go screw yourself. Life is a pretty *<strong><em>ed up thing. All my life I have been miserable. It pushed me through to work hard. I worked my way up from 15 minute miles to sub 5:30s and counting. You know how miserable it is to run in the end and get lost in the woods? But I was angry and miserable so I always tried the best. I also make more money than 98% of 16 year olds and am confident I won't be having problems with that thing in the future. I've always been nice to people, trying to make these *</em></strong>ers happy. Saying thank you and you're welcome. Opening door to ladies. Listening to my mom and dad. Not partying, drink and smoking weed. Typical home-sitting nerd.
Do you call this success? Hardwork? Am I on the path to success? Should I be happy? Should I be glowing like a sunshine? Not even close.</p>
<p>**** you. **** you and your <strong><em>ing GPA-nervous success-seeking habits. *</em></strong> you and your depressions over B-. *** you and your "let's make this world better" crap. **** you, environmentalists and vegans. Trying to save a tree? **** trees and **** cute veals who are being killed. Let them die. **** success and **** contribution to society. **** helping people. Stick all your hardwork and niceness into your ass and dance around the fire all night.</p>
<p>Ban me.</p>