An Open Letter to You, Asshole..

What were you thinking? What the FUCK was possibly going through your stupid fucking head? Did you think that what you did was going to somehow solve all of your problems? I cannot believe, as mind-numbingly dumb as you are, that you did not think things through at least 10 minutes into the future.

 

Before today I could sort of understand where you were coming from with everything that is going on. I hated you for it, but I at least had an idea of where you were. You were a sad, scared little boy. Hell, we have all been there before; confused, afraid, wondering what the hell we should do...but you definitely did not handle it like a man, did you? No. You handled it like that same small, pathetic child that you have always been.

 

Now you get to spend at least the night in jail. I doubt that they will keep you much longer than that. Honestly, I hope you and your mouth decide to start some shit while you are back there. I cannot begin to tell you how large of a smile I would have if you picked a fight with the wrong person in there. Those fuckers are crazy, but you, Mr Toughman, are even crazier.

 

Right now, the amount of fucking sheer rage running through my head is nearly blinding. You knew what happened when she was growing up. You FUCKING KNEW what she had been through. Yet you still...I fucking hope that you die.

 

The only thing that I can think of right now is how much I want to break your fucking knees with a baseball bat and cut your goddam hands off in front of your mother. Who is also the fucking devil. But I won't. I will not. I cannot. So dont you worry about that.

 

I refuse to accept what you did. Everything that ever made you happy, ever will make you smile, should be torn away from you. I wish to see you stranded on a desert island with your bitch of a mother and nothing to eat. I want you to have to fucking eat her when she dies.

FUCK YOU, YOU SICK FUCK.

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