i would like to say im nothing but a F*ed up mistake whose life is one mistake after another. this repititive pattern ultimately manifests into a damned creature whose sole purpose in life is to bring misery to everyone including himself.
i should probably clarify that im not a nobody. because a monster isnt nobody, a monster is something worse than a nobody.
the word exist should not even exist in my vocabulary..
the more appropriate and suitable words would be annihilate, extinction, plague, bane, and any other degratory terms you can pile on me. heaps and heaps of them.
sorry world.
owing to the morbid and distasteful nature of the post, i shall attempt to paraphrase it in a more comical manner
if benjamin were in a movie,
he would play the character that everyone runs away from, he would be the best zombie with a man-eating score of 24978253789283. he will of course in the end be vanquish by the classic hero, dying a gruesome death that is all so gratifying to the viewers, who will cheer when he's gone.
if benjamin's life were a book,
it would be priced at a all new record breaking price of 10c who will be sold by the peddlar who sits there selling similar items like a paper clip from 1973 and a staple from 1876(they are all the same, rubbish), of which a awfully kind soul will buy out of goodwill. he will then throw the book away in the next ten seconds, at the same time cursing and swearing that he was idiotic enough to buy it.
if benjamin were a drink,
it would be the next biochemical weapon developed by terrorists to destroy the whole world. it would start a worldwide epidemic that turns everyone into me(the horror). you would see my name on testube bottles in secret laboratories that says incurable terminal disease only to realise that the cure simply requires you to wish really hard that benjamin will disappear.*wish*wish*wish* tadahh
if benjamin were a nightmare,
wait. i already am.
hahaahahahaha
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