red cow

i can't carry it any longer.

if you'd told me so, i'd be happy to carry it. but now, it's otherwise.

i so hate you.

i so fucking hate you. wish you were here so i'd tear you inside out.

i'd eat you. but i won't. you didn't look good in the first place.



on a final note: monday's the day. the day i'll hate you till eternity. if i get it. i'll spit your face with acid; disfiguring you.

you'll scream, squirming with pain. and a stange sense of pleasure arising from it.