It's killing me...
It's not that I don't have company... I just... I don't have people who are like me. I've seen things you people couldn't dream of seeing. I'm a lion among sheep... And it's lonely and it's killing me. I'm on the verge of breaking down, and simultaneously people around me are so weak it's hilarious just how much stronger I am than everyone around me. I'm a white wolf, born to be a pack leader. Everyone looks up to me... But where should I look? It's so lonely up here. Hello!? Not even an echo responds.
Bah... Here I am ranting to you people about my sorry ass. You're all fucking aimless, you're just waiting for someone to swoop in and rescue you like a fucking damsel in distress. So you give me all of your power. Look buddy I have no answers, I'm fucking just as lost as you are. It'd be nice to connect with someone on a deeper level than this... Shit. Is there really nothing more to you people than this? Why am I expecting so much of people... I really am so lonely. Only retards and clowns come enjoy the warmth of my house, fuckingfreeloaders. So much pretense......
I'm a.... Hog farmer. I work at the Harrison Hog farms, farming and killing pigs. I wish Billy was here.. Oy Billy, can you take care of that fat fucking pig who keeps squealing at night? It's driving me nuts. That's right... It's all Mr Mustard's fault. That fucking pig. She's... Err he.. He's lovely. I love my pigs so much.