i'd recount the latest in a long string of events that has led me (yet again) to this inexorable conclusion, but my brain keeps switching between being mad, and wanting to laugh at the patheticness that is the boy! it's exhausting
so i'll just leave it at this:
some people need professional help (actually, i think everybody does, but some need it more than others).
when you start telling people they should off themselves just because you don't like the way they respond to you (even offering weapon advice and tips on how to do it effectively), i think that officially qualifies you as INSANE (at least partially), and in dire need of professional help.
i need a drink.
and better taste in friends, apparently.
the drink first,though, because i just started laughing while making a fist.
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