So listen up, motherfuckers, know this: I would kill you. In a heartbeat. And feel not even a twinge of remorse. You wanna piss me off? You got it. Just know, that I could torture, maim, and kill you and not lose a second of sleep over it. There are people in the world I could do serious harm to and not feel bad. I would like it. Scratch that, I would love it. Nothing would bring me more pleasure than doing so. Would I do it? Probably not. My life is too valuable to spend it in jail over these fucking scum suckers. Does this make me evil? A sociopath? No, just honest.
I feel like I need a disclaimer here. It’s not just the people I hate who make me feel so strongly. If I love you, I am fiercely, passionately loyal. I would let my own blood spill for those I care for, I would even die for some. If you do right by me, I will always do the same for you. And I do love many people. I care deeply for most everyone I know. Those of you who are my dear friends, know I cherish you. Those that I hate? Stay the fuck away from me. I don’t want to see your faces ever again. You disgust me.