I try to be a good person, try to not will ill upon anyone. But I hope he f****** kills himself. I hope one day he sees all that he’s done, everyone he’s hurt, and realizes that he fucked up. I hope he finally sees that it was all for nothing. I hope all he can see is despair, guilt, pain. I hope that no one’s there for him, and I hope that he knows that it’s completely his fault. I hope he kills himself. I hope he ponders over it every single day as he lives through his miserable existence, and I hope he finally does it. I hope he dies painfully. I hope he has to suffer physical and mental pain and I hope he knows that it’ll be his fault. I hope he dies alone, and it takes his landlord or his boss to find his rotting corpse. I hope he’s cremated in a group of dead flesh. I hope he he’s buried in an unmarked grave. I hope his funeral is empty, no one that knew him willing to go. I hope he’s looked upon in disgrace after leaving this world. I hope he watches from hell and sees that no one ever cared. I hope he knows that people cared for him just as he never cared about us. I hope he’s miserable for the rest of his lonely life. I hope he f****** kills himself.
