Sorry for being alive.
Sorry for being born.
Sorry for eating your food.
Sorry for having you spend your money on me.
Sorry for being in you presence.
Sorry for making you angry for no reason.
Sorry for trying to help.

You know what I was thinking a moment ago?
I was thinking about how great it would be to be a serial killer.
I was thinking about how great it would be.
I'd kill people. I'd be famous.
I wouldn't bother with destroying the evidence and shit like that.
And when I testify I'd blame it all on him.
If only I could divorce my parents...
Well, I no longer think of them as parents anymore.
Well, I won't until they apologize or make things better.
I'll just do my business and won't acknowledge them at all.
Well, try not to. I won't speak to them until they speak to me.
It's they're fault that they're disowned for now.