I don’t wish harm on others, but you? I wish death upon you every day. I wish you would suffer tremendously. I wish things on you that I could never even say out loud or in writing because they are that awful. But you deserve all of that. And more. I hope that everyone you have ever hurt gets to see you suffer and die. I just said recently that if you die I would not even feel a tiny bit sad. You are not deserving of anything good in your life, not one thing. And I am not the only one who feels this way about you. It’s not about being mad or bitter, it’s about the horrible being that you are. True evil.