I'm way past my boiling point. I am slamming my fingers hard against the keyboard and i can feel myself trembling as the anger flushes down me. I wish I could understand your point of view. I wish I could see how you could even imagine doing it. I wish I could read your mind and see your intentions. But **** you, you are just an *******. You are drenched in the holy fire of hell. You are the demon I see on my shoulder. You are the biggest ******* *******.

I've been known to romanticize anything, everything, I feel, but **** it. Even I can't pretend a ****** person like you can be magically perfumed with my words