Friday, March 25, 2011

I can't tell the difference from wrong and right.

I've never been like this before. But I have a hate for you. When I think of you my heart fills with anger and hate.
I'm going to destroy you, because you have destroyed me one too many times.
You constantly fuck me over. I can't stand you. Every time I see you I just want to chop your stupid-fucking-bun off of the top of your head and stomp your head in. Violent, yes I know. But if you knew the person I was talking about and they had done the same shit to you, you would want to stomp them too. Yay violence.

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