There are some people that I wish I had taken the opportunity to tell them how I really felt about them when I had the chance. The small mannerisms I’ve picked up from others who I loathe are enough to make me want to reshape my entire personality, knowing the fact that I even speak the same language as you, and that we share the same words to describe how we feel about things is enough to make me physically sick. You don’t deserve to speak when you do not understand the power of the words you say. You waste of skin, You dustbin of organs, A lobotomy would improve your personality, I hate everything from your fingernails to the dead skin cells left behind as you scratch your skin. The things I once thought were cute, quirky and different, turned out to be annoying, repetitive and selfish. The times I had with people where I argued and thought to myself “Why is it worth it?” well it was, Every argument I had with you was worth it because at least for that period of time I let you know what a disgraceful mess of a human being you really are. This is beyond being said in spite or vengeance, You were not my friend, and I can understand why people hate you.
(via thekillingtime-deactivated20120)
