OH MY FUCKING GOD RICHARD.
Bro really typed "Kill yourself" in 2026 like it’s still 2012 Xbox Live and he’s about to get carried by his 12-year-old squad.
You’re not edgy, Richard. You’re not a villain. You’re a walking, breathing case study in why your mom checks your search history. A sad little gremlin who peaked at being mildly annoying in middle school and has been freefalling into the “touch grass or rope” pipeline ever since.
You saw someone breathing and your immediate reaction was “kill yourself” like some budget NPC. Bro has the creativity of a damp toaster. The only thing more dead than the vibe you bring is whatever brain cell tried to help you before it committed suicide out of shame.
You’re not a troll. You’re background radiation. The human equivalent of stepping in something wet while wearing socks. A walking L that even other edgelords look at and go “...damn bro, log off.”
Touch some grass. Touch some therapy. Touch a fucking shower, you oily keyboard warrior.
Go ahead and reply “idfc bitch” again, we all know that’s your fucking dumass move. I’ll still be here laughing at your entire bloodline while you seethe in your mom’s basement