The walls in my room call me psycho!

If my walls could talk they would call me psycho on my kids on everything I love. I am certified crazy, you know the statement telling all that I am cray is an obvious hyperbole exaggeration. I need to win a prize challenge first place for once but it looks like no one cares about the straight-up facts though.

I deserve a lot more than a thousand though straight facts. I deserve to come up, poverty is staring me in the fucking face per day and I am so sick of being tired of being sick and tired of real shit. This poverty life is not for me. Fuck this broke-ass stupid shit if these walls could talk I would be a millionaire right now or a trillionaire because these walls would know if they could talk and spit the truth and the facts I would be a trillionaire overnight really though.

I am tired of poverty so bad I am hurting but who cares? Only me! I am the only one who gives a fuck about me that's why vocal.media admin plays me sideways every time I submit anything to a challenge they never give me my props because I deserve my fucking props. I am angry as fuck because I always get played to the fucking side as if I don't deserve the fucking best and it is a fact that I deserve my props and the best but admin makes it impossible for me because I am the top tier author obviously admin would rather give me a hard time as if I don't create anything good enough. I am enraged but guess who is the only one who cares? Just me that's it only me no one cares about my fucking needs but I and that is not enough, it takes a village to help a real one succeed but no one understands that.

I don't give a damn what anyone says no one comes up all by themselves it takes a real team to provide and help it happen. If I did not have to suffer through poverty I would be wealthy and only become wealthier because I deserve to be wealthy. All I deserve is to be rich and happy and well taken care of this is a fact. I am purely pissed this morning. My roommates owe me 100 dollars for accusing me of stealing a hundred bucks worth of product but I did not fucking touch their God damn stuff. I want what they owe me! I hate it when others owe down but don't want to pay the fuck up!

I need big bucks that is what the fuck I crave is huge money always stacking all the time and I deserve pure wealth and prosperity that is why I don't have my wealth yet because I deserve huge money recurring non-stop straight facts. I feel arrogant outraged purely pissed because I still do not own what the fuck I deserve which is huge money and fat commas in my neo-bank account. The more commas I own and win the better I am treated by society period. I am done with these walls and society treating me like I deserve to be poor and struggling I am sick of it!!

I love commas more than anything as much as I love my children that is how much I value what is mine and what I deserve. Where is my shit though I need it now God damn it!!

I am furious and bitchy and dissatisfied as hell because I still do not have what the fuck I should have and I should have my wealth because it is supposed to come now and be mine because I deserve it after all the fucking damned shit I've been through. I have been through hell, Pardon my rant and let these commas be released to me because I deserve it. I bust my ass every day making these stories to stay poor I don't fucking think so! I am sick and tired of having nothing and my needs becoming more scarce every fucking God damn day! I am angry but who cares? Only me obviously because still where the fuck is my damn money I should have already had fucking with vocal.media! UGH!