God damn loser ass bitch;z, leave me alone, I know I;m the same as you, you don;t care you think it'z all about you, it is, but really it;z now all about me because of my PTSD and my accident, you can;t fuck with me I;m a fucking gangster, breaking all the law;z not giving a fuck about anything but my family, your a retard, go have sex with a monkey, have sex with a man, to me that;z nasty, fuck you bitch, suck this dick, fucking douchebag bitch, your a god damn loser, talking shit out your bitch mouth, need;z to be bitch slapped. IT'S NOT ABOUT THEM, IT'S ALL ABOUT MEEEEEEE!!! Oh God, what's happened to me? I've never been this terrible before. By trying to have a party like those spoiled rich teenage girls on MTV, I've become like one of them. But I am. Throwing people out, making a big entrance, having these stupid pictures of me all over. Halloween is supposed to be for everyone. Everybody, I'm sorry. This party is for you. It's for all of you who make my life so special. If I don't realize that, then I'm no better than a rich American teenage girl. Open the doors! Let everyone in, wristband or no!