So. Apparently it's funny to step on my toes. To capture everything you wanted out of life as if it were an animal; helpless, bleeding, screaming for someone or something to help it out of your repulsive grasp. You are disgusting to me.
I despise everything you do; things that you do only to spite me. How in the world have you held on this long? How can you reach me even though you're so far away? It's like this art that you've somehow mastered only so that you can thrive off of another's agony and presumed defeat. I can't repeat enough how abhorrent it is. You tried to trap me well over a thousand times...and still it seems I fall straight to my demise. Seriously? Get. Away. From. Me.
I don't lie nearly as much as you do.
There's a 90% chance that this statement is true.
I hate you.
