Consider that I don't hate, yet I'm burning with it right now. Under normal circumstances, I'd probably be reevaluating myself about now and figuring out what would make me feel better - but right now I don't even care. My mouth tastes metallic, like I'm tasting the iron in my blood or something. Very similar to the taste of fear.
You're a miserable, worthless piece of shit and you deserve every wretched, unspeakable thing that is coming to you - and it's all coming to you. I want to see you fall so bad that my dick is hard just thinking about it.
You know who you fucking are.
