FUCK YOU YOU RETARDED PIECE OF SHIT RAIN MAN,
You WISH, I DON'T TAKE MEDS OR COMPLAIN ABOUT DEPRESSION, OR VARIOUS MOOD PROBLEMS. I AM IN CONTROLL OF MY LIFE, AS A MATTER OF FACT, THERE IS THIS GAL, SHE WANTS PIECE OF THIS
EVEN WHEN I WAS DISFUNCTIONAL, SHE STILL THOUGHT THE WORLD OF ME. SHE PRACTICALLY TOLD MY MOM, SHE IS SHORT, AND SKINNY, I WAS THINKING ABOUT HER A LONG TIME AGO
I WENT TO A POOL PARTY WITH HER, AND THE CLASS AT THE TEACHER'S HOUSE. TOO BAD THOUGH, I THINK SHE IS BIPOLAR OR SOMETHING. I AM SURE I COULD HANDLE THAT. SHE SEEMS RATHER INTRESTED IN ME, IN A DIFFERENT WAY
MOM TELLS ME, AS IF I DIDN'T KNOW. SHE WORKSOUT JUST LIKE ME, SHE SAYS. SHE LIVES NEAR ME, AND MY HOUSE IS ONLY I.