Siren hunter, I AM SICK OF YOUR VENOMOUS DRAMATICS. You mimic a comic book villain but you’re just a pathetic cyber stalker with no real power or action to back up his words. What’s worse, Half the time you don’t even take it seriously, you f****** crack jokes and act like you’re chatting at the water cooler. You aren’t The Joker or Kefka, but you sure are a god damned clown.

Since neither of them can tell you off currently, allow me.

Destroying someone else will not make you whole again you miserable cretin, your heart and mind will only fracture from the recoil. Whether you get away with it or not, this guilty conscience will follow you for the rest of your life, reminding you of what a monster you really are in the dark. If you ever get sober and back on track, you’ll probably kill yourself from the guilt when you grasp the magnitude of your sins and the sheer depths of your depravity. Forget crossing the line, you left it far behind you.

What if your plan works? What if you utterly destroy that poor girl, the one you once claimed was your destined true love? What then? Will you be happy? Or… will you lose what little sanity you have left? Of all the s***** deserving people you could bully, you pick someone who’s been used as a chew toy by the universe for the last decade. You target someone who’s been through a trauma conga line and deny them their long deserved peace? Do you kick puppies and spit on homeless people too? You make me sick. Just accept your mistakes, accept that you will never see her again, and move on before it’s too late. Destroying everything including yourself will not make your regrets disappear or your loss more palatable.