A Monologue of He, Me

You seem like a pitiful scum sometimes, Let's be real this time. If I were you, actually I wouldn't know what to do either, That fat fuck corpse of a body, disarrayed brain. Only God knows what runs on that shitty mind. It seems kinda stupid of you to leave things the way they are. You're a pussy, y'know? Grow sometime. Learn those time management, anger management, whatever management things they have out there. Organize. Drop the anxiety card, Help yourself for fuck's sake. I'll call you in a literal minute, be calm for now. You know that it doesn't take time for me to ruin you more. Bye.