Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Backstabbers, liars, cheats and fools. They've always been jealous because I don't play by their rules. Enemies and fair-weather friends are an integral part of what will fuel me until the end. Heart pumps blood but my body runs on hate. I feel most alive when I am irate. I am enthralled with the things that make my blood curdle and make my skin crawl. I have respect for those who disagree or challenge me, with or without accord, but I have no respect for you because you're a coward. Hiding behind the mask of anonymity. Coward. Are you really that afraid of me? Coward. Afraid of saying something that you can't later deny. Coward. The words you speak aren't good enough to stand by. Coward.