McKenna knows who this is to.
Did you ever know how much I truly, truly hate you?
Did you ever stop and wonder how you're letting your life pass you by,
Waiting for something to happen that you don't even deserve?
Did you ever stop and think how fake you are?
Don't you ever wonder why so many people hate you?
Why don't you just go skin yourself alive,
And lay in a bed of salt,
Left there to die,
Left there to wince,
In your suffering?
Hmmmmmm I love Bright Eyes.
I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers,
And layed entwined together on a bed of clover.
Left there to sleep,
Left there to dream of their happiness...
But fortunately,
You are unhappy,
So I wrote you that first poem up there.
That's right faggot.
I wrote that just for you.
In fact,
This whole entry is for just how much i dispise your mere exisitance.
Go to hell.