FUCK MY PHONE.
KINGDOM HEARTS 3.
There are perhaps over a thousand words out there that could describe how I feel, yet I know none of them. A thousand images could mirror what I do, but I could not see. If admission was a human aptitude test, I wouldn’t make it to CSI. Is there even anything behind all the bullshit?
There is a different kind of hatred that appears when you attack my family. I don’t know who you are, but I know your kind of people. You are the uneducated, hopeless, degenerates that do not have the capacity to lift yourselves out of your situation. The thought of even choosing a different path is something that is completely foreign to you. Instead you rely on people who spoon feed you sustenance everyday and steal from those who are able to work hard. You are the slime and scum of this place and deserve no mercy. Your very existence negatively impacts everything around you. I do not know what I would do if I met you, but right now I wish I could make you PAY for all the suffering you’ve caused to my family and to anyone else who unfortunately managed to be near such filth as you. You, your parents, your parent’s parents are all hopeless being with no chance at becoming something better. I hate you and your kind.
No gray hair. No hairs to turn gray. Nothing left.
I remember what this meant to you.
I wonder where you are now you piece of trash. Every single day I would dread finishing school because I would have to deal with your shit. You always looked down at me, beat me down with your stare. You constantly tormented me because I was different. Of course no one did anything because everyone else around was too busy to care. The day you got sick and couldn’t stand up without reeling in pain, I was overjoyed. I stared at you mockingly and smiled. I didn’t believe in karma or anything of the like. I believed in revenge. I hope you’re enjoying yourself down there. I wonder where you are now, because if I saw you today I would stare down at you and show you the nothing you’ve become. You missed out. Now you’ll be left behind.