Do you like me?

“Hey, Christopher do you like me?”

“You’re not as irritating as the others, still irritating though and your voice it’s just terrible, you sound like pterodactyl giving birth. Then when you sing oh my God, i thought someone was being tortured with the sound of a chalkboard that had their nails going down and they were drilling holes with a drill. That’s not even the begining, when i look at you i feel like my eyes are burning, going blind would just save me from the horror, but unluckily it never goes that far. You break all the mirrors you come across, not even a Demon would go near you and that’s not all. I just feel like screaming and running away from you, but i can never make it out of the door. My legs just collapse before i make it, all because of that filithy gross impure aura that surounds you. It’s like the aura absorbed the worse scum on earth and created you. Then there’s your personality, you laze around, you live in a dumpster not a mental image of one, but a real one. You sing every chance you have, then there’s your ego, you think your great at everything and you’re dense to boot. You have never understood why everyone throws up after seeing you, it’s because they can’t handle your very existence. i am not even going to mention all the other stuff, because it is too freaking horrifying to mention, it terrifies everyone even total strangers. Your mind it’s placid, empty, you lower the iq of humans, just being with you, it makes me feel stupid and dumb.”

“You could have just no dude, i’m not that bad am i.”

“Yes! Oh my God, Yes!”

“You don’t have to put so brutally.”

“Also never call me Christoper again.”

“Okay.”

“Actually never talk to me again, i will be changing my name after this, if it’s been called by you, it’s disgusting, i don’t want it, never speak to me again and i will never speak to you again. I can finally be FREE!”

“Okay.”