I never use that tired old line. There's plenty of shit to criticize about you, I don't need it. Honestly I couldn't really give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks, that's their business, I hate you, that's enough for me.
Please. You're a mentally disabled shut-in on welfare who's been raped repeatedly has weird internet relationships aborted a baby and your junkie loser boyfriend just died. You're a treasure trove of material. I've got plenty to work with.