Yeah. That' right. Everyone can just die. I hate people. I hate the world. The world needs to blow the fuck up. So does the asshole that sent my mom some flowers. Even though we don't know who it was, he/she can DIE so can the little hearts on the card that came with the flowers. The flowers can die too. I hope that mother fucker that was teaching me and mom meditation dies too. The only person I don't want dead is me and my mom and my Dad (John). But, if she doesn't stop gloating about her fucking flowers, mom'll be on my die list too.