I r*** her in her dreams so she’ll toss and turn and wake up with dislocations. I drain her life force with s** magic and demonology because I give no fucks what happens to her since she turned her back on me. If she won’t love me or a least f*** me then she deserves whatever happens to her. I mean this b**** refuses to even have a 5 minute conversation with me. It may be her right to not want anything to do with me but if her peace matters more than mine to her, then my desires matter more than hers to me. There will be no second apology…only gradual decline in her physical and mental state. I will make sure that she never shines too brightly, as long as she’s with you or anyone else but me you p*** stache wearing campbell’s chunky fat f***. I’m not working on myself, I gave up in that when she stabbed me in the heart. For 6 years I’ve dedicated my life to making sure these whores who won’t do what I want know no peace, and if you stay with her you’re just as much of a target. Your pancreas? That was me big boy. When you’re in such close proximity to her all the time it’s easy to get you too. Malefic visions.