for what reason you exist in this world?

and I am asking you! How many times does your brain can delve in a second just to attest I am finished with it? Can you not understand? It's not my dull fault that you've lost it.

My anger flared up, my spirit burnt up and my patience is dead now, and you're asking me to make a fresh stupid new start? What the hell are you talking about? Can't you see how ugly is your place and that you feel like you belong to the overblown, entrancing niche plus the way you blabber infront of me, you think you're right?

I am forcing myself not to morph and transform into more hellish monster right before your very eyes.