Rated R Explosive Impromptu Thoughts

...I just want to say Fuck you You Fuck Twat! You and your bitch for bringing this illness into my life. Your plague of bullshit spread through my mind, spirit like a dry wildfire... taking me away from things I love and allowing me to loathe myself for not doing more. Because just wanting to do more isn't enough. I went for a walk tonight to clear my mind and it worked for a while as I only focused on the words of Is Your Love Strong Enough by How To Destroy Angles on The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo soundtrack. I watched that movie the other day and admired in surprise, awe and a bit of fear at how Ilisbaeth fucked that guy up after what he did to her. (Secret Secret for those who haven't yet watched it)I need to fuck you up like that. You dare try and sue me after the proven nature of a thief you introduced to me occurred. What bull that is. How dare you besmirch my heart in that manner under the guise of a false friendship I should've never believed was there. Fuck You You Fucked Twat Hoe! You and your bitch for the bull you've brought to me and the bull I allowed you to bring for the second and last time. Too many people told me not to trust you after the crap you put me through the previous year. And my failing to heed their warnings has landed me here... in this mess, this hot mess, this hot ass mess, this flaccid pit of mess bearing your name and tragic stupidity. You fail me. You fail yourself. You fail at being a decent Earthling lucky enough to be called Human. Damn you! Damn me (is what's been happening since you reentered the picture) for bringing you back into my life... "Heed the warnings Chica," my spirit said to me... but my mind being all about the potential of earning extra, I didn't properly research and still haven't properly researched better ways to do so. Why you ask? Because I allowed you and your Fuck Twat Bitch to come into my life in The Worst Way. Then... you fucked me. To break a person's spirit...desire... is a pain... fight that lasts longer than a serious physical injury... and I've been trying to heal for a few years. This place is no longer my own and is no longer for me... but how do I leave with you riding my ass like the way Bush rode and now Romney rides the asses of one-celled blood thirst denizens of unjustly powerful imbecility? I'm sick of you. So tired of you I could spit. You and your threats bore me. We can never make an agreement if you always want to be in control. And if you always have to be in control, you will never be happy. So to you I say, "FUCK YOU! You Fucked Twat Wanna be Garbage Ass Hoe Reject and your BITCH for bringing this illness into my life. Silly me for letting you. But in the meantime, I do feel a bit better... after walking, crunching, showering, and writing... I can sleep. Peace Bitch! Peace.