In regards to my continuous stream of endless insults, I am truly covered in dirt and do not apologise whatsoever. Sorry isn’t even a word in the dictionary anymore. There is no such thing as “apologies” and they are a myth made up by the government so that mothers across the world can make you feel like the lowliest piece of shit for taking that extra square of chocolate. I hate everything including apologies and I refuse to go back on any words I have said in the past. I meant all of it and if I have ever made you feel sad or miserable I do not “apologise”. I instead shall continue behaving this way until all of you lie sad and uneasy and feel disgusted by my presence. I will strip naked in the middle of a church and recite the entirety of Fiona Apple’s “Criminal” with heavy emphasis on the lyrics revolving around being a bad girl whilst performing a wildly exaggerated and homoerotic version of the Macarena and take pride in the fact that the 10 nuns who witnessed me suffered cardiac arrest on the spot. I will piss in dear Grandpa Nolan’s fresh casket and tell his grandchildren that I would have cut off his stupid fat nose off and thrown it at a homeless man if I could stand looking at it for more than a nanosecond. I will pour lead into the Fiji aquifer and buy myself a private island JUST to build a museum that contains rugs made out of endangered species that are of no lower status than critically endangered and enjoy the luxuries with in. You cannot stop me and you will not make me apologise because this is what I choose to do. This is the path I chose and no amount of fake concept worshipping and meaningless “woe is me” word salad will ever make me feel bad about my actions.