I want you to breath through a straw for the end of your days, I want you to suffer every last second of your life, I have dreams of dragging your bloody corpse through the woods to string up in the trees and light a fire under to illuminate your carved silhouette. In all reality I would never do any of this. I’m far too gentle and I never seek revenge, before I met you I was always a happy person, and a good hearted person at that, but after all the s*** you pulled I feel like I’ve been turned into a monster consumed by negativity, hate, violent thoughts towards myself and others, I wake up every morning and just want to die. I f****** hate you so much. I hope you get stomach cancer.