...and then i remember that fall is the time to let things like this go.

(two falls heal it all)

i have progressed? regressed?

 

from suicidal to homicidal

 

right now the thing that makes me smile the most is imagining all the ways i could kill her

 

bit of a delayed response, since it's been over a year

 

but everyone knows the best way to kill a vampire is to drive a stake through their tiny black hearts

 

i *almost* think jail time/a death sentence is worth it. poetic justice: this is what happens when you try to fuck my boyfriend. you DIE by my hand

 

it would send a message to all horrible people

 

but i guess not caring about a possible death sentence is maybe still kind of suicidal

 

except i'd be taking that bitch out with me when i went.

 

(you're welcome, world)

 

a different version of me would be sad that i have allowed myself to be reduced to this--but i'm in full-on revenge mode. her insult cannot go unanswered

 

i want people to be scared of me.

 

i should know better than to engage a pathological narcissist; they thrive on this kind of shit

 

but i can't take the high road anymore

 

so even though i won't actually intentionally cause her harm,

 

i might try to fuck with her head just a little bit.

 

i don't think you understand who you crossed, you stupid cunt.

 

you'll find out soon enough.

 

 

sweet dreams, bitch