Why in the ever livin fuck would I want to EVER help anybody out when it will never directly benefit myself?! That idiocy in itself. I would never help run a soup kitchen and feed the mexicans...fuck em.
Ah yes more lies from the evil kiwis
Amanda is nobody's child. Nobody's baby photo. Nobody carried Amanda to term. Nobody changed Amanda's diapers, or drove Amanda to school every morning. Nobody imagined Amanda was going to be a fire fighter, an astronaut, doctor, preacher, community member. Amanda is and forever will be nothing more than some stranger in her heart. There were so many things she was excited for you to be. She wanted nothing more than for you to do better than she did, to see the small ways you changed peoples' lives for the better around you. She was so excited to bring that opportunity into the world. Amanda will not be mourned.
She gave, and gave, and gave, in the hopes of seeing one of the endless possibilities you could have fulfilled, each one more exciting than the last. There was so much anxiety, confusion, uncertainty, surprise, and joy; the full palette of human emotion involved in bringing you into this world. The single most important gift of giving somebody else the experience of witnessing this world. So many things that she would have been so proud of. Amanda is forever a stranger, none of those things.
Amanda is cruel, spiteful, selfish. Amanda is only out for self-interest; no plans for the future, nothing to give to anybody, for no reason. Amanda wasn't hurt. Borne of all of the love and devotion one could bestow upon somebody, Amanda did nothing but extract from everybody around. Amanda has nothing to give to anybody. Nothing to teach anybody. No worth to anybody.
Amanda will die. Loved by nobody. Remembered by nobody. No impact on the lives of anybody in this world save fleeting inconvenience. The memory of that baby who could have been anything in the eyes of your mother is all that will endure. The memory of a son; a memory in the heart of another person; immutable, inarguable, perpetual. The memory of the son in those baby photos will outlive and outshine any deeds that Amanda could dare to achieve. The memory of Colton will live for longer than the memory of the stranger Amanda, and there's nothing on this Earth that Amanda can do about it.
Ah finally there is some truth. But I have always been this way for self preservation like anybody else should think bout #1.
I don't give a fuck. I destroyed a lot of my photos
I am not a man
I'm a man who's got very specific taste...
The memories in that mother who had everything in her heart for you and wanted nothing but the whole world for you is something you cannot ever take away. That memory will forever be of a baby boy. You have no control. You cannot do anything about it. Cope, seethe, and dilate.
You will always be archived. Once you're in the 'farms, you'll forever be in the 'farms.
You are a pathetic nothing. You have no control. You cannot take away those memories of hers. You can do nothing about it. You are not powerful. You can not 'master manipulate' those memories out of her. You can do nothing about it. It is an immutable memory that you are powerless against. You can yell, and scream, and cope, and seethe all you would like. You have absolutely no control over anything. You are pathetic, and powerless. You are a waste.
All thanks to that fat fucktard Blob with his sky daddy bullshit. I knew it was wrong to ever let a christian into my life and look at what it has brought me!! Never dabbling with a person into that cult ever again for the rest of my miserable life.
Ah you are wrong again evil kiwi
You did this to yourself.
It will always be. You can do nothing about it. You're pathetic. Nothing you ever do in this life will take away your mother's memories of a baby boy. You cannot remove the memories from somebody's head. You can't erase the feelings in their hearts. Amanda is a pathetic leech. Amanda is nothing to nobody.
You cannot change the memories people held of Colton, and the hope and love they had in their hearts for you. You can cut off your cock, grow tits, take all the horse piss you want; yell, scream, block, wear all the wigs and dresses other peoples' money can buy. You are pathetic and helpless. You have no control over any part of the world around you.
Keep pretending you're fooling anybody. You're going to keep getting older, keep getting uglier, keep having less to offer. Amanda is going to die a pathetic waste of space that never improved the lives of anybody, and Colton is going to be the happiest thing your mother remembers.
Nobody's going to cry when Amanda ties a noose. Nobody's going to cry when Amanda freezes homeless on the street. Nobody's going to love Amanda. Amanda is going to die remembered as Colton by his mother. Amanda can't do anything about it. Amanda has no power. Amanda has no control. Amanda will die remembered as Colton, and there is no amount of pathetic crying that can change it.
