grinds my gears.

The jibberers and the jabberers, the chitterers and the chatterers, the complainerers and the malingerers, the "I-think-I'm-going-to-die" when its "you-should-see-a-psychiatrist"-ers. The tremulers and the mentally unstablers, the hypochondriacs and the panickers, the loose-screw-in-the-head-ers, the I-will-describe-something-with-1000-words-when-it-could-be-described-in-5, when "its-all-in-your-head"-ers. The healthcare-funds-sucking, pill-seeking, pill-popping panicking pricks; patience testing, patience stretching, patience ripping, empathy draining, subhuman hordes of subsocietal healthcare whores; those personality disordered, electrically miswired, chemically disequilibriumed, mentally unstable, self-determined-unable, physically capable but lazy-and-looking-for-a-short-cut, workman's comp'ed, the "it-hurts-soooo-much" when "its-only-a-papercut", "you dumbass", sob-story-selling pieces-of-shit. Go crawl back into your mother's womb because both you and your mother should've never come to existence.