Bling, here's a tissue. Wipe the cum off your nose.
Little boy, here's what you need to do:
First, you need to quit typing with your penis. It's bad for circulation.
Second, you need to pick up a spelling and grammar dictionary and learn how to read.
Third, you need to get the fuck off my internet.
All you are is a sad little kid who jumps around screaming "I hate [insert topic here]" using worse typing skills than a kid with down's syndrome and then hopes that someone will tell you otherwise so that you can bash whatever it is you've got your sights on.
Here's a news flash: You will never be accepted. You will always be the small, lonely little Leprechaun that no one wants to be associated with.
Just die, okay? You're sixteen, you want to be cool, so go ahead and start cutting. Let that blood pour into the sink until your head starts hurting and then just keep it coming until you no longer take a breath.
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