T, Once I finally kill your fat f*** photographer boyfriend, a bunch of my favorite musicians will suddenly know who I am! Marvelous! Ive always wanted to be famous! S*** I’ll be a martyr for incels everywhere. I was gonna kill you too, but I’ve decided itd be more cruel to let you live with the overwhelming trauma of a murder suicide of both your true love and your stalker than to grant you a way out. How the f*** did I make you feel worthless? I put you on a pedestal you dumb b****, why would that make you mute? Youre a dumb c***, you know that? You need to learn to forgive and forget. Youre gonna pay for toying with me. If I cant have you, neither can he. I’m gonna drag him to hell without you, and itll be your fault for not getting with me. All you had to do was reset my dry streak and I probably wouldnt have became obsessed with you. All you had to do was have some wet s** with me. The more pictures I see of your body without being able to touch it, the more frenzied and lustful I become. If you keep showing me your t*** without letting me g**** them, your boytoy is finished. You’re pretty much asking for it you know.