Bitch, aren’t you satisfied with what you’re doing when you’re not with your husband? You’re an annoying, unfaithful bitch. I’m minding my own fucking business, and you’re really getting on my nerves already. Fuck you.
What you’re doing is extremely repulsive to me. Your unfaithfulness is extremely despicable. I’ve been drowning my mind on useless shit for quite sometime now so I can’t really express myself fully with words. I spit on your grave, bitch.
You’re a constant reminder of the negative possibilities if I have a wife of my own. Aren’t you fucking satisfied? Why don’t you formally break off your relationship with your husband? Why don’t you just become a prostitute?
1. Hi. This is fat Bernard, writing. Why is fat Bernard calling himself fat? Well, here’s why. I am usually very strict with what I eat on a daily basis. Sometimes it gets really boring eating the same thing over and over again. So, for the past couple of days, I’ve been binge eating on food that I know I should not be eating.
14 May 2018 • Lechon Kawali with Rice (eatery near my apartment)
15 May 2018 • Grand Breakfast Platter (Gelatofix) • Corned Beef Pandesal (Starbucks)
16 May 2018 (all from McDonald’s) • 1-pc. Mushroom Pepper Steak • McSpaghetti • Filet-O-Fish • Crispy Chicken Fillet with Rice • 2-pc. Spicy Chicken McDo
17 May 2018 (all from McDonald’s) • Breakfast 2-pc. Chicken with Egg • 2-pc. Hotcake • Egg McMuffin • Hashbrown • Longganisa with Rice • Sausage McMuffin with Egg
1. Hey, asshole. My interactions with you are always hit or miss. I don’t care if you are superior to me with regards to our line of work. If I don’t like something, I won’t be spending my time on it. I’m only doing the bare minimum. You don’t need to sabotage me. I am already doing that to myself. I am my worst enemy. You don’t need to be so condescending when talking to me. You should just die. If there are no consequences, I will be more than happy to kill you myself.
If you are so tech savvy, why don’t you fucking create the next big thing on the Internet? The next Facebook. The next Twitter. The next Amazon. The next Instagram. The next WhatsApp. The next whatever on the Internet. Why are you still working for less than 2,000 USD a month (probably more like less than 1,000 USD a month)? You could be earning millions or billions of dollars.
Fuck you and your arrogant way of talking to me. Fuck you for mistreating me. Fuck you for all the negative experiences. I know that it’s up to me to decide if I will interpret a situation in a negative, positive, or neutral way. But still. Fuck you.
1. I had this former coworker who before he left told me that I should say hi to him (or to it) if in case I see him anywhere in the future. My answer was maybe. The reason I said maybe is because this person cursed me a couple of times right to my face. This person called me a bitch. First of all, I am not a bitch. I am a lot of things, but definitely not a bitch. An asshole, maybe sometimes, but not always. And I am not being an asshole deliberately. Second of all, I did not do anything to him to deserve this shit.
I told myself that I’m not gonna masturbate for as long as I can. But I broke the six-day chain yesterday. It’s just too difficult. I saw a very pretty young girl yesterday morning. I was beside two very pretty young girls in the jeep. I saw three very pretty young girls on my way to the supermarket. I saw two very pretty young girls while I was paying for my groceries. This challenge seems like impossible to beat. I wanna fuck those women I saw. They’re so fucking pretty! So fucking young and fresh! Fuck! Those girls are between 18 and 25 years old.