Let me break this down real quick. I am done. I’m stressed, and with the way certain situations are playing out, I am done.
yet, when I try to express just how done I am, and it seems to slip passed people. So let me break it down.
If I have a massive disdain with something, then that disdain is with the burning passion of 1,000 fiery suns and/or the intensity of thousands of tormented souls.
When I am done?! I AM ONE THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-six PERCENT FUCKING DONE.
..why? Because I’m from America, and that’s when America was fucking done, and did something about it.
1,776% fucking done.