Everytime shit happens (which is often with shitbags like him in my life) I always feel this moment of searing rage and the uncontrollable desire to squeeze my hands around something (preferably his neck). But I know I won’t because I don’t want to dirty my hands with his filth.
Okay, that’s not the point. The point is I wished I could will away all the negativity and angst, I really wish I wasn’t so harsh with my words and so hell-bent on taking things to the extreme. I wish spite and sarcasm didn’t agree with me so easily all the time, and I wish I had it in me to let go and let live.
BUT I CAN’T YOU MOTHERFUCKER SO ROT IN HELL YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. WHY DON’T YOU GO DIG A HOLE AND DIE IN IT. BETTER YET, PICK UP A BOOK AND DIE BEFORE YOU GET PAST THE FIRST LINE YOU PIG HEADED BEAST OF AN UNFORTUNATE ORGASM YOU DICKFACE FUCKER. hope your dick rots and falls off with all the masturbating you do you assfuckinghole
Ah, much better. Goodnight.
Edit - to be fair, I only hate one person this intensely and I would kick him out of my life and wash my hands off this whole damn affair but unfortunately I can’t. It just takes one asswipe to fuck up my life….