What I’m about to say is creepy. No its f****** disturbing, but I made such a 360 from my true feelings that I don’t care what they are anymore. I don’t wish to ever run into him, but the very least I would do is punch his lights out for what he did. To look at me with disdain and disregard me as if I’m second rate garbage… I did love him at some point… and then I began to hate him right after that incident.. I sometimes would fantasize strangling him while laughing as loudly as I can.. I hate it! I hate him! how he just uses his introverted ways as a shield… Is he disguising himself? the f****** coward… I think at times, God knows its such a horrible thing to think about.. but I have fantasized r***** him, and then choking him.. If he is so disgusted of me so much, lets see how highly he thinks of himself once he’s turned into scum himself. All I can do is just grab a piece of paper and unleash what the best of me can do on that paper… He does it so damn effortlessly.. and to think that bettering myself would matter… what the f*** am I doing? What indeed. I just.. I want to hurt him how he hurt me.. I want his character to turn. To twist and to spurt out from the seams, just like mine did. I want hatred to consume his soul.. I want him to know true pain. I want him to suffer. Just like a human being. I want him to know how much he hurt me, and just how sorry he’s really going to be one day.