I hate you for all the fucking stress you have added to my life.
I hate you for the petty shit you do on a regular basis.
I hate you for how fake you truly are.
And all your trivial bullshit.
You're a completely worthless fucking human.
And I know I should feel bad for you.
But I don't. And wont. Ever.
You deserve every single millisecond of misery that slithers into you life.
I can only hope that they are attracted to you.
And that they cling to you like leches that you can never remove.
And that they drain you of all the happiness and comfort your insignificant life has.
You already drip in misery. You fucking stink of it.
It's why you're so fucking selfish, pathetic and rude.
I often wonder what it's like to be you.
To be so significantly small and filled with anger and rage.
But only because I would want it to be magnified by 10.
See, that's what would happen in a fair and just world.
For all the misery you have caused to so many other people.
You deserve that, and then some.
They say hate is a wasted emotion.
Because it's serves no purpose and makes nothing better.
That's why it's a perfect emotion for you.
Because it's exactly what you are. Purposeless and pointless.
You worthless motherfucker...