It felt good lashing it out on you. I never thought I'd ever find the words to say but in the heat of the moment, I somehow did. What can I say, it felt really good. You left me with no choice but to just hurl those words at you. Then again, I know my sweet victory is but a fleeting one because I doubt you have any sense of remorse at all. I doubt you even have the capacity to feel remorseful. My gut-feeling tells me that you're just going to do it over and over and never get tired of it. But you know what, do as you please and think of the world as a 24/7 fairground if you wish to because it's your friggin' life. I know that you are never going to realise the bigger-picture responsibilities that lie ahead of you and I don't care.

I've mused much how your future will turn out and I can only pray for you.

I've contained my thoughts and all my sentiments of you for far too long. I can no longer stomach them and you've pretty much sent it free-wheeling. You should be glad that I've no possession of WMD because seriously, dimwits like you are the bane of my existence.

You're a crying tragic waste of skin.