My- I'm Mortal AKA My Poor Attempt @ Reference & FRENEMIES
I hate F.
Like who am I kidding? Being in denial all this time and trying to act like a nice, decent human being, when all I want to do to her is fillet her skin a la Hannibal Lecter. Or dump her fat-ass, stanky, obnoxious self into a vat of hydrochloric acid and watch the acid eat away at her skin and for her stomach (which I've helped flatten out with a brace) cave into itself, guts-spilling in artistic collapse. And to see her blood blossom in glorious crimson across the clear acid vat.
Lordy, I'm so worked up I can almost taste and smell that coy, metallic tang of spilled blood.
I really do hate her.
I wish her a bad life. Hopefully she gets over her high horse. If not, I hope she gets fucked over hard for being so wrong and UGHHJHHJJJJJHHHHHH. I do not wish her a good life. Can she like just drown herself?
Deity help me, I am so not over petty hate. Morgan Freeman forbid that I do.
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