Nobody, huh. Ouch. No one loves you and you're all alone on Christmas. This is the price you pay though. All you have are memories of people who aren't here anymore to do the work for you and make things happy.
If you had a soul it'd be crushing living through that kind of pain. No wonder you're constantly running.
Money can't replace the people who raised you, gave you joy in life, of which there's now a terrible void. You can't buy love or happiness. Material things are hollow. You need a family structure. Without it, you will become a negative, nasty... Well, you.
Who's going to your funeral when you die? Anyone?
Why would I care, I won't see it?
Nobody, huh. Ouch. No one loves you and you're all alone on Christmas. This is the price you pay though. All you have are memories of people who aren't here anymore to do the work for you and make things happy.
If you had a soul it'd be crushing living through that kind of pain. No wonder you're constantly running.
Spare me the faux concern, retard. I could buy and sell your ass.
Money can't replace the people who raised you, gave you joy in life, of which there's now a terrible void. You can't buy love or happiness. Material things are hollow. You need a family structure. Without it, you will become a negative, nasty... Well, you.