WindRider~ Reborn
anonymous
June 4 2005, 20:43:45 UTC
In all fairness, love. I'm sure it's possible that this little cunt is sorry for what she did. However, I severely doubt it. This... CHILD has confessed in the past to not really knowing who she is, or what she is, or why she does things. Do not take for granted, Emma, the voices of these fools you call your friends. A friend tells you what you really are, and how things you create really are. What you have here, my disgusting little succubus, is a group of people telling you that you are the same thing they'd tell a four year old when he shits in his hand and fingerpaints on the walls with it. "Awe, it's okay he doesn't know any better, let's lie and say it's a masterpiece and that he's so creative and that he can be anything he wants to be when he grows up, regardless of the fact that he was born with a coathanger embedded in his skull *method of abortion*" These people are telling you something that they have no clue about. Their saying it to make you feel better because they're too cowardly and have the mentality that if EVERYONE doesn't like them, then they aren't worth being alive.
The truth, my dear, is that you are the ugliest and most destructive human that I have ever met, despite your fake happy poser personality and good looks. The problem is that most of you pathetic little fucks out there are too blind to see through the mask she wears.
You put on a good act, my little Linkin Park Reject, and it took even myself quite a while to see through it. But before you brought about the end of our time together, I began to see through it. Even the best of us slip from time to time, afterall. The lies. The hurtful insentives. Motives that even YOU were, and may still be unaware of.
Allow me to express my hatred for your existance, love. You may believe that it's personal, but oh no. It's sooooo much more powerful than that. You remember the child I knew, don't you? The one driven to madness, that eventually killed herself after being raped and molested from the time she was four years old, clear up until she was seventeen, and I put a stop to it? The child that meant so much to me... I hate you even more than I hate her father, and that is a level beyond your comprehension. Know that given the choice between holding your hand and rubbing shards of broken glass into my eyes, I'd look down at the pile of glass and say "Could I have just a... BIT more please?".
Re: WindRider~ Reborn
anonymous
June 4 2005, 20:44:44 UTC
Were we to meet at any given time, I'd kill you. But I wouldn't let you be so lucky as to simply die... I would give you my own taste of hell before I sent you to your own private one. Skin you alive and hang you from hooks on the cieling of your house, and force you to watch as I killed every family member and friend you had, one by one, slowly, painfully, the same way I'd kill you right after. Strap you down and pour bleach into your eyes. Cut your fingers off one at a time, knuckle by knuckle. Press needles clean through your body, piercing your organs. First your kidney, then your stomach, your lungs and then your heart, a hundered times over so that you could get a taste of the same pain you dealt ME. As you lie bloody and screaming on whatever I strap you down to, kneed your tense, bare muscles until you BEG for me to kill you. And at that moment, that precise moment when you can't take it any more, I'll rip a fist full of hair out of your skull as a hold your head down by shoving a nice, long knife through your throat. And then I'd sit there... watching with a smile on my face as you die, surrounded by the corpses of your loved ones.
The only thing that keeps me from doing this is the law. I'm afraid I'm not threatening though. Simply expressing my desire to see you squirm in agony. People like you infect and corrupt other people, making them just like you.
You're a bad person, Emma. One of the truely evil. Take that belt you love so much, tighten it around your throat, and this time... don't stop.
AS FOR YOU INSIGNIFIGANT PEONS THAT CALL YOURSELVES HER FRIENDS!!! Stay out of this. It is a conflict between she and I. You have no business in it, and frankly, Aris, or should I say... anonymous, NEITHER do you. You will remove yourself from her journal permenantly should you wish to continue contact with me. EVERYONE stay out of it. Just because you know someone or maybe even care for them, does not give you the right to become involved. Though knowing all of you... you'll respond with some cornball bullshit response like *Well we love her and we're NOT leaving her!* Well guess what... as soon as she finds another dick to suck *Yes, she does that, quite alot last time I talked to her she said.* She's gonna bail on whatever piece of meat she has laying around now. And as soon as she finds a "friend" that benefits her more, she's gonna toss you aside like a Box.
I once called you Angel, Emma. I was only half right. You are fallen.
The truth, my dear, is that you are the ugliest and most destructive human that I have ever met, despite your fake happy poser personality and good looks. The problem is that most of you pathetic little fucks out there are too blind to see through the mask she wears.
You put on a good act, my little Linkin Park Reject, and it took even myself quite a while to see through it. But before you brought about the end of our time together, I began to see through it. Even the best of us slip from time to time, afterall. The lies. The hurtful insentives. Motives that even YOU were, and may still be unaware of.
Allow me to express my hatred for your existance, love. You may believe that it's personal, but oh no. It's sooooo much more powerful than that. You remember the child I knew, don't you? The one driven to madness, that eventually killed herself after being raped and molested from the time she was four years old, clear up until she was seventeen, and I put a stop to it? The child that meant so much to me... I hate you even more than I hate her father, and that is a level beyond your comprehension. Know that given the choice between holding your hand and rubbing shards of broken glass into my eyes, I'd look down at the pile of glass and say "Could I have just a... BIT more please?".
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The only thing that keeps me from doing this is the law. I'm afraid I'm not threatening though. Simply expressing my desire to see you squirm in agony. People like you infect and corrupt other people, making them just like you.
You're a bad person, Emma. One of the truely evil. Take that belt you love so much, tighten it around your throat, and this time... don't stop.
AS FOR YOU INSIGNIFIGANT PEONS THAT CALL YOURSELVES HER FRIENDS!!! Stay out of this. It is a conflict between she and I. You have no business in it, and frankly, Aris, or should I say... anonymous, NEITHER do you. You will remove yourself from her journal permenantly should you wish to continue contact with me. EVERYONE stay out of it. Just because you know someone or maybe even care for them, does not give you the right to become involved. Though knowing all of you... you'll respond with some cornball bullshit response like *Well we love her and we're NOT leaving her!* Well guess what... as soon as she finds another dick to suck *Yes, she does that, quite alot last time I talked to her she said.* She's gonna bail on whatever piece of meat she has laying around now. And as soon as she finds a "friend" that benefits her more, she's gonna toss you aside like a Box.
I once called you Angel, Emma. I was only half right. You are fallen.
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