You selfish, self centered twit


Grow the fuck up.

Happiness will never be found outside your self. It is nobodies fault but your own that you take and you take and you take, and yet somehow the void never gets filled. Look to yourself to fulfill your needs, and once you've done that you might be capable of filling someone elses.

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