A Rant By Lovino Vargas
Damn it. Damn it all to Hell and back to the Heavens. I hate every last damned person on this earth. Is there not one decent person who knows how to act like a fucking human being?! All of you bastards can go to Hell!
Let's start off with my "love." Hell, if you can even call it that. All you want is the sex. Yeah, I know. I'm not the stupid idiot you think I am. I hear you when you talk to your friends. You think I don't understand your language? I learned it for you but you never bothered to pay attention to let me show you! The only reason I stay with you is because I know the pleasure you give me is the closest thing I will ever have to happiness or even love for that matter. But I am tired of it! Damn you and your idiot friends.
Speaking of your idiot friends let me talk about them next. Those bastards can go die in a ditch for all I care. They are jerks who constantly bother me. And I know you know what they do to me when you're not around because I can fucking hear you talk about it. And what do you do? You just fucking laugh at it! Well all three of you can go to Hell!
And your stupid potato bastard friend's brother? Yeah, you know who i'm talking about. That bastard stole my damned fratello from me. The only family I have left, and you dare to just take him from me so I can try to fend for myself in this piece of shit world? Well i'll have you know I don't need him! You can have him for all I care! Do whatever, he doesn't matter to me. And do you know why?
My dear fratello, I ask this to you. Do you know why I don't give a damn about you? That's because everyone else does! What is one less person trying to cling on to you in their desperate attempt to make you happy going to make a difference? All my life you were the one who got all of the attention. You are 'Italy', the birth of the Renaissance. And who am I? I am just South Fucking Italy. I will always be below you and you will always be on top. Grandpa Rome always loved you more than me. Hell, he barely knew I existed! But with you he smothered you with attention and love and care while I had to take care of myself. I cooked my own food I did my own work. And what did you do? You let Grandpa Rome baby you. And now you have that damned potato bastard to do the same. And you fratello, you are supposed to be the ONLY person in the world who should actually give a damn about me. Do you even care? Well guess what, damn you and your potato lover to Hell.
Every last person on this whole piece of shit planet should just rot in the lowest pits of Hell.