And I don’t like to talk like this, but it’s a good rule of thumb to remember if we were ever anything in time, before I get s*** with you, I’d probably be more likely to f****** strangle you to death for real. I hate you.
Not because I can’t have you, the only way to describe it is pure hate… You know what I mean? You ever get that? It’s why I can’t ever see you again. I honestly don’t know if killing you would be s***? I would enjoy it, that’s for sure… But I actualLy am not ready to die myself yet so I can’t test out of it’s fun or not. But yeah.
Is that s***? Hatred, anger, contempt, disrespect? Maybe it is. If so forget what I said and just keep f****** off..
