Somehow you make me lose the temper I thought I held control over for so so so long.

Who are you, exactly?

A hopeful angel spreading his love around? I think you are a fake angel who's just delusional.

Some kind of devil whose aim is to torture my life? No, the devil should be me. And you can't torture me now 'cause all you are capable of doing is hurting yourself.

To me, you are just some obsessive bastard of a bitch who is poor in terms of self-improvement. You don't listen to others as to what might have went wrong, you don't reflect on yourself and how you contribute your worthless self to the situation, you don't know how to move on.

All you know is to blame someone else for a failure.

Well, I can tell you, you are a failure. A f***ing failure who has lied to everyone around you and yourself just so you can live in a more comfortable manner. And in order to satisfy your wishful thinking of salvaging a failure, you become a psychotic stalker. Now, everyone is on guard 'cause of you. Aren't you enjoying it, you bloody disgusting stalker?

I can tell you, I never have much regret in life. Don't make me create another one just 'cause you invited me to destroy your life. Your life as a sucker, as a loser of the lowest grade.

I can, with only myself and my bare hands, and I mean it.