w0rd. its not fuckin fun to deal with me. my blood brothers sleep with hammers n gats when im in they house. I hated myself too long and its done yo. Peace to all the fuknuts and fucktards alike. 40 yo is what Im heading for which should be my mental pinnacle but im regressing the past two yrs because of the belly of the beast. Time for change is NOW. Real change. Im through with the hate n bs. Forgive me. I dont mean to act like i do. When my serotonin is off kilter the piscean visicas of emotion break the levees of control and awareness.