LavĂnia
plalace
- Feb 19, 2024
- 175
Lavinia, you're stupid, a dirty, disgusting piece of everything bad in the world. You're so miserable it hurts, it doesn't make you feel sorry for yourself, it makes you disgusted.
Lavinia, "please don't do that again," you disgusting thing, stop assuming and acting uselessly. Help? What help can you give?
Lavinia, do you need to ask so many questions? Your insecurity is so great that for every action that isn't repetitive, that requires the minimum of critical thinking, or rather, the minimum of decision-making, you need external confirmation? You're so, so funny, Lavinia.
Lavinia, "I'll analyze if you can have this version too," you know, because you make so many mistakes that it's hard to trust you with a tool that updates our database, what if you make another mistake, as usual, and screw everything up instead of helping? Help. Help? What grand words.
Lavinia, why don't you ask me again what you should do? Oh, i know, why don't you let me explain what you're explaining, in a better way? You know, since you don't know.
Lavinia, has it really been 2 years since you've been here? Why does it feel like your first week? Are you playing with us? Do you really think this will last much longer?
Lavinia, I hope you die.
Lavinia, I hope your flesh rots, I hope every tendon in your body ruptures and turns into a lily.
Lavinia, I want to twist your neck and rip off your head, make a bloodletting and leave your body purer, without the essence that is recognized as your life.
Lavinia, I want to rip off and chew your fingers while looking at your face. I want to spit your fingers and bones into your eyes.
Lavinia, I want that at the end of all this, when this system of things and people collapses, you see how insignificant, disgusting, and incapable you were. How ignorant and incompetent you were able to be in every second of your miserable life. That every hope you ever had in your life was a lie, an illusion you created just to have the false feeling that you were something worthwhile.
Lavinia, "please don't do that again," you disgusting thing, stop assuming and acting uselessly. Help? What help can you give?
Lavinia, do you need to ask so many questions? Your insecurity is so great that for every action that isn't repetitive, that requires the minimum of critical thinking, or rather, the minimum of decision-making, you need external confirmation? You're so, so funny, Lavinia.
Lavinia, "I'll analyze if you can have this version too," you know, because you make so many mistakes that it's hard to trust you with a tool that updates our database, what if you make another mistake, as usual, and screw everything up instead of helping? Help. Help? What grand words.
Lavinia, why don't you ask me again what you should do? Oh, i know, why don't you let me explain what you're explaining, in a better way? You know, since you don't know.
Lavinia, has it really been 2 years since you've been here? Why does it feel like your first week? Are you playing with us? Do you really think this will last much longer?
Lavinia, I hope you die.
Lavinia, I hope your flesh rots, I hope every tendon in your body ruptures and turns into a lily.
Lavinia, I want to twist your neck and rip off your head, make a bloodletting and leave your body purer, without the essence that is recognized as your life.
Lavinia, I want to rip off and chew your fingers while looking at your face. I want to spit your fingers and bones into your eyes.
Lavinia, I want that at the end of all this, when this system of things and people collapses, you see how insignificant, disgusting, and incapable you were. How ignorant and incompetent you were able to be in every second of your miserable life. That every hope you ever had in your life was a lie, an illusion you created just to have the false feeling that you were something worthwhile.
