Thank you for alienating me. For ruining not one but many friendships I had, and the best relationship I had. Had, yes, as in past tense.
Now, I have an inextinguishable fire. I have more than enough anger to write, and anger’s all I need. I don’t need sappy dialogue, or your unfortunately pungent odours. I don’t need you, but I can sure as hell use the aftermath of the tornado you are.
You think I’ll sit down and let you break me? Think again. This started because I refused to be your doormat. It continued because I’m finally standing up for what’s good for me. I’m finally being as selfish as you, asshole.
Thank you for the shitstorm you’ve caused. Now, I have no conscience stopping me from being as greedy, immoral and utterly HUMMAN as you. Now, I’m ready for my crown. I’m ready to rule.