i'm so sorry

Monday, April 11, 2011 | post a comment {0}

And I'll say this in a whisper because I'm ashamed that I could ever think this myself, but sometimes I honestly just wish,

You would drop dead.

I hate you. And nothing you can do will ever make what you did okay. Never. Not that you would ever try and right your wrongs, anyways. You're going to be an asshole until the day you die and go to your Christian hell for lying to every single person you've ever talked to.

As much as I know this is probably a creepishly morbid and socially unacceptable thought process, I can't help but feel this burning wish that I could have the jurisdiction to decide whether you were on this planet or not.

Because. I. hate. you. And everytime I fake a smile, act like your mom, tell you I forgive you, the more I wish you would just drop dead.

Vicki.

By the way, will I delete this post later? Probably. But not because I regret saying this stuff. But because, again, I think these kind of thinkings are encased in a mind no one else can read but me for a reason.