I lost tact the day a motherfucking metal machine tried to choke the goddamn fuck out of me. Other people can deal with my lack of goddamn tact because I'm pretty sure I'm not going to find it any time soon. I don't give a shit who likes me and I certainly don't care who hates me.

I wasn't put on this ship to be sweet and shit rainbows and butterflies. I'm also not going to apologize for anything I've said because I don't fucking need to do that shit.