End yourself, freak

I'm giggling at how much people hate you HELPMEEE

what the [censored] are you why do you spend your days on a horse game like aren't other 16 year olds doing better things in life and making their family proud instead of rotting in your bed all day

You’re not just a freak. You're a walking disaster—emotionally spoiled, morally hollow, and socially radioactive. You try to dress your ugliness in fake sweetness, like a rotten fruit painted with glitter. But everyone can smell the rot. No amount of fake smiles, cutesy words, or performative softness can hide what you are: a petty, toxic, bitter thing that feeds on the weakness of others because you can’t stand the reflection of your own failure. You act like you’re different, like you’re above it all, but really—you’re just the worst kind of common. A dime-a-dozen coward who lashes out when they feel small. And you always feel small. That’s why you throw your little tantrums online, telling people to die, trying to hurt strangers like that somehow fills the void where your soul should be. It doesn’t. You’re still empty. And everyone can see it. You stink—not just physically, though that’s debatable, but emotionally, spiritually. The kind of stench that clings to a room long after you leave. You infect conversations with your bitterness. You poison friendships. You ruin safe spaces. People don’t recoil because they’re scared of you—they recoil because they’re sick of how unbearable you are. Your presence is a warning sign. Your personality is a storm cloud no one asked for. Go outside. Breathe fresh air. Take a shower—not just for your body, but for your soul, because you’ve been festering in your own filth for so long, you’ve started to rot from the inside out. And maybe stay out there. Far away. In a ditch? If that's where your mind lives, then maybe it’s time your body caught up. But here's the truth: even if you vanished tomorrow, no one would weep. You wouldn’t be missed—you’d be forgotten. Quickly. People like you always are. Because you don’t build, you destroy. You don’t connect, you corrupt. So sit with that. Let it eat at you the way you try to eat at others. Let the silence remind you that the world turns fine without you. In fact, it turns better.

whys little bro hanging out with liars and weirdos lawl oh wait ur one tok arents you BAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA OMLLLL IT STTINNNKKKSSSSS ypu know showers are very nice!!!!! get you all clean and relaxing!!!! have some TIME TO THINK ABOUT WHTA YOU DID maybe too!!!!

why is ur online father humping you vrah thats weirrdd asslll !!!!!

You just earned a new follower muahah!! very cool cosplays, so. eats your pony and runs back up a tree. , have a very awesome day/night.

bro ur aura is maxxing im currently 50 in game inches away and ur peach blossom aura is auraing i als o liek ur pon y

hai just wanted to sign and say i like how u did the eyes on ur eternal sugar pony

EATS YPU!!!!!!!

hello guy. hi I am cool

ur sow koolio bro we have similar fandomws!!

u seem cool :9