(tat fucking sister pisses me off so badly, this was wrote of wat i wanted to do to her)
Wat is real anger. Anger that is pure and primal, it rages through ur body faster then the fucking Ebola Disease, it pumps up ur body with so much fuel tat if there were no other ppl in the room u would have killed her. and with great pleasure and strength, u would have bashed her head in, all with a seething bloodlust war cry and no remorse. that torch light felt really good, didnt it? heavy and solid, it would have been the perfect weapon, it would have immediatly done the best damage ever to tat FUCKING mouth of hers, it would have taken care of tat grey waste tat she had for a brain. no wait, saying tat she had anything remotely close to a brain is an insult. imagine seeing all tat blood sprayed all over the place, imagine her falling to her knees and holding her head with blood all gushing out as u continue to pound and whack. the sound is like music and with every swing it creates such a beautiful rhythm. Hear her whimper and beg but no, i wont stop. i will only stop when i'm tired and once i am done i'll just give her pathetic carcass a violent nonchalant kick and fall back into bed to have a wonderous sleep.