fuck you. a wonderful death should come upon you soon.
2002-03-29 || 1:31 a.m.
I AM NOW MORE THAN HOSTILE TO YOU, IN FACT, I WISH YOU WOULD FUCKING DIE. YES YES, DIE. HOPEFULLY FROM SOME SORT OF HORRIBLE DIESEASE, SUCH AS AIDS. OR MAYBE, IF WE GET LUCKY, YOU WILL DIE OF CANCER. CANCER THAT STARTS IN YOUR BLOOD, THEN INFECTS YOUR WHOLE BODY. SO THAT IT EATS YOU FROM THE INSIDE TO THE OUTSIDE. I HOPE THAT IT EATS UP ALL THAT PRIDE THAT YOU HAVE BUILT UP. THAT, MY DEAR, IS WHEN WE WILL GET LUCKY.
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