I can't celebrate. I can't pretend. I don't like the positivity. What the **** has been positive about me being picked on? He's nothing. He's the ****ing chewed gum with ****ing pebbles on the bottom of my sneaker. He will never be anything more. Do you know why? His soul is so ugly. It's horrible. Yeah when I said cancer, he's cancer. He's the ****ing worst form of cancer. He's a cu- he- he- he gets you from your head to your ****ing toes.