You'll look at me now. Call me "Gay" or "***". That's alright. Whatever makes you happy. Revenge is something that grows though. With my age I'll prosper. I'll get larger. My arms will drip with ink. My mind as sharp as ever. My face and jaw defined.

Yet you won't.

You'll sink into regrets. You won't find love,  you'll settle for cheap women. Your addictions will grow. You'll sink into a depression that I once knew.

So please, be my guest. Insult me until your heart (or lack thereof) is content.