You should have not done what you did. You fool, I help you and this is how you repay me? You will wish you would have never crossed me, used me, made me feel so fucked up. You made me what I am today, And only you can be blamed for it. You son of a bitch, I hope you die a slow death under the burning sun in the desert. I'm going to make you starve you bastard. And I hope that the last thoughts you have in your head will be, "How did this happen & What have I done". I'll tell you what you've done. You've tomented me. Made me suffer. Al the agony I've felt before you. You broke my mind. You ripped my heart in tiny shreads. You pulled me from my own existance and toyed with my body, like a puppet. And what Have I done to you? What did I DO WRONG? I don't even think you have an answer for that. Do you? Well? Like I thought. I bet you did it for spite. You stupid Bitch! I hope you suffer like I did. If I am the one to take your life, it would bring me so much joy. Making you cry and wither under my dominant prosperity. Oh how I crave for you to be crushed under your own pathetic ego. I will continue this Later. Need more time. (ThE BrAiN Of A MoNsTaR[2].)