Sick bus

Hello, sick. I hate you. Do you know why I hate you? You've turned me into you. That's right. People don't say "I have a sickness inside me" anymore. Apparently you've adapted to the times, and grown a huge set of balls, sick. Because now they say "I am sick". We become you. You evil fuck. That is twisted on a whole new level. It's not enough to make us feel miserable, no. You have to consume our entire beings too? How did you get this god complex?

Being sick sucks. A friend got my spouse sick. Then me. Then another friend. Then I got a co-worker sick, she says. I say different, but she keeps with the demon, so I'll leave it be.

Anyway, between, oh, every goddamn person I have ever known being sick, I've managed to stay sick through an entire month. A fucking month. You go to hell, and you die, sick. I am tired of being sick. TIRED!! If you are not over and done with by tomorrow morning, it is over for you.

You are not my spouse, so fuck you, bus! You don't get to stay with me every day for the rest of my life! And you do NOT get to fuck me. You're not the kind of thing one takes home to the parents, know what I mean? Maybe try to make people feel better instead of worse. People might actually like you then. Instead you act like some goddamn invader, trying to fill me with your goo. No means no, you fucking rapist. I'd rather have the entire fucking Cirque du Soleil do their final march through my ass than deal with you any more. That's right, sick. I'd rather my ass bleed out than be with you another day. That is disgusting.