Anonymous: So I take it some slut is trying to get your man? Punch her in the throat.
Unfortunately, she already has. About five months ago. Once. I still don’t know who she is otherwise I would have gone farther than punching her in the throat. Her house would have literally been burnt down, her tires would have been slashed, she would have “SLUT” keyed in her paint on her car, her pets would have been stolen and released tens of miles away, she would basically would have had to restart life completely.
She deserved it, considering she disregarded all respect for anyone and threw herself upon my boyfriend like the promiscuous fucking worthless dirtbag she is and always will be. She deserves to perish in the most horrible way possible; such as being burnt alive. She deserves to have everything she’s ever loved disintegrate before her eyes, because that’s what almost happened to me. I will NOT be put out to be a fool. I won’t stand for it. Others will feel my wrath if I ever have a say in it. They will realize what they’ve done. They will suffer.
My boyfriend still has no excuse for what he did, and he should feel absolutely awful about it for as long as he’s with me, but she’s the one who initiated everything. The catalyst is always mostly to blame.
It makes me so unbelievably vehement when I think about it. It makes me want bomb a strip club, because they’re all just like her. Promiscuous dirtbags. Thinking about it makes me want to isolate myself from everything and everyone, including my boyfriend sometimes (sometimes, because I actually realize I can’t live without him, and I really do love him despite his mistakes); I want to do all of this because that’s all anyone is anymore. A promiscuous fucking dirtbag. No one sees beauty. Everyone sees objects of sexual deviancy. Everyone is a puppet. Nobody realizes because everyone is too naive.
I hope she dies an early, painful, agonizing death. I hope she’s left to rot in an unmarked grave. I hope she realizes how insignificant she is and how forgotten she will be. Karma will work it’s ways. Karma will show her who the fucking boss is. Honestly I just hope she gets sodomized by a hobo under an overpass or something. Then she can realize the true dark side of promiscuity that she so disrespectfully forced on me.
Nobody understands how angry I get when I think about this. Nobody understands that there is an urge to kill and destroy behind all of this “innocence” and politeness. Nobody sees the animosity I feel. Nobody feels the urges, nobody can even begin to grasp the impulses I want to act on. Nobody gets it; and I’ve had absolutely no way to properly channel my anger out of myself. It’s still bottled up, and I am afraid, that one day I am going to snap.