incoherent rant ahead

FUCK. WHAT THE UNHOLY FUCKS.

I really really dislike you now. I’d prefer to avoid the word ‘hate.’

but FUCK i have nothing to fucking look forward to anymore WHAT THE FUCK. I might as well take the fucking train home only there’s no fucking train station near my house.

I HOPE YOU GO TO PURGATORY. THE MOST FUCKING BORING PURGATORY THERE IS, UNTIL YOUR MINDS ROT AND DECAY INTO DUST BECAUSE NO ONE THINKS ABOUT HOW PURGATORY IS ANOTHER HELL. AND THEN STAY THERE, SO YOU CAN BE ONE OF THOSE ANONYMOUS SKELETONS IN THE CORNER. HOLY FUCK. LET MUSCLES DISINTEGRATE INTO ENDLESS TIME, YOUR SKIN ROT OFF YOUR SAGGING DESATURATED FLESH; HAVE YOUR BONES SLOWLY WRENCH THEMSELVES OUT OF POSITION, AND YOU ONLY DULLY GLANCING AT THIS OH-SO-FUCKING-INTERESTING-SIGHT. AND KEEP HOPING FOR HEAVEN, NOT REALIZING THAT THIS IS WHERE YOU WILL STAY AND DETERIORATE FOR ETERNITY FOR CONSTANTLY BLOCKING MY WAY WITH OBSTACLES I CAN’T MOVE WHEN I DO MY BEST TO STAY CLEAR OF YOU. FUCK.

Okay. I wasn’t this angry. But this was fun to write, and I really do genuinely dislike you.