Revenge is a dished best served cold.

[faint_of_heart]

and I hope when you think of me years down the line you can't find one good thing to say and I'd hope if I found the strengh to walk out you'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning. There is no sign of land.
You are coming down with me hand in unloveable hand
and I hope you die.
I hope we both die.