Mental healthiness helps humans have happy and positively productive lives. Unfortunately, unhealthiness hinders humans from helping themselves thrive in positive and productive ways. Like I said, a pea-brained person can be successfully stupid anytime, anyplace on planet Earth. Contrary to cretins’ conception, profitability isn’t primarily produced by positivity, as shady scammers, dirty deceivers, bad businesspeople, offensive officials, and crooked con artists are always accomplishing their goal of gaining generously through games and greed. A lowdown lowlife will watch for weaknesses, exploit every soft spot sensed or seen, violate and victimize an unsuspecting or unwilling-to-resist victim, then blame the victim for being vulnerable. These pitiful predators prey on passivity and powerlessness but perceive themselves as alphas or predominant people. Bitch, bullies target those that they believe are beatable—consistently circumventing challenges that could crush them or compromise their confidence. And there are no bigger bullies than the bitch-ass badge boys, their cowardly conspiratorial commanders, and those whose confidence is consistently challenged by the thought of being overshadowed or rendered obsolete by someone seen as vulnerable. You’re obviously the opposite of who you wish you were and sadly mistake yourselves as, which is why you can’t relate to or resonate with my self-evident strongmindedness and super silent but clear confidence. True confidence doesn’t need an explanation or exaggeration, because it comes from comfortability created by acceptance and appreciation of own’s own abilities—with “one’s own” being the operative words. Your honor, these measly and miserable, meddlesome motherfuckers thought that they could make me quit. Stupid motherfuckers, quit what, being myself? Why the fuck would I do that? Like I said, how the fuck are you going to discourage me from doing something that you didn’t encourage me to do?! Your honor, in efforts to exhibit that I evidently exemplify every misconception that these mindless motherfuckers have about me, they’re either fabricating falsehoods or watching and waiting for stuff that sort of suggests that their suspicions and suppositions are spot on instead of embracing the embarrassment of being scarily stupid and wildly wrong. Again, they call it the easy way out because it’s an effortless exit. For the record, nothing that I’m doing or not doing has anything to do with anybody but me. And as opposed to wasting my words by insisting that or imploring you to get a life, find a hobby, discover a purpose, etc., I’m praying to your God that you to hurry up and die! This will all go away as soon as you do, because Hell will freeze over while falling further into its own furiously fiery pits before I let this shit go. Y’all got me more than fucked up. And what part of “I don’t give a fraction of a fuck about none of y’all!” don’t y’all understand? Your honor, as I’ve previously revealed that repeating myself is one of my pet peeves, the conspirators have tasked the co-conspirators with antagonizing, annoying, and alarming me by creating circumstances that frustratingly force me to repeat myself. This has happened in real-life everyday events, as well as in my direct (and their intentionally indirect) interactions with said co-conspirators online. If these people are mentally healthy, as making me unhappy makes them happy, then every day is “Opposite Day.” Shit, if bullies believe that they’re big and bad for violating vulnerable victims, and co-opted co-conspirators “can’t be co-opted” by conspirators, and women aren’t actually attracted to my intensity and immense intelligence, this can’t be reality, right? According to Merriam-Webster, harass means to disturb or irritate by persistent acts, and in a nutshell, that’s exactly what the fuck y’all are doing. Your honor, if I said that I won’t get any gratification from giving this goofy-ass gang of goofies the biggest “L” of a lifetime, it would be Opposite Day. I’ve been wondering if Charlamagne will give himself “Donkey of the Day,” or more like the decade, once “The Breakfast Club” is cancelled because the baby brain in his bald-ass head couldn’t comprehend the consequences of doing stupid shit. Oh, the irony. Side note, shout-out to Shia LeBouf. And soon…
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