Ugh, I really hate canned hatred. My pretension about “if you’re gonna be evil, do it right” kicks on in full force. Like come on, if you actually studied your target you’d know that the last thing you’d want to say to me is that you want me dead. That fuels me, dumbass. Living because it hurts people I hate has literally been the only thing that’s kept me going at times. I am a maelstrom of pure fucking spite. The more people that want me dead, the better I feel about myself because every statement of wanting me dead is a cry of agony from my enemies. All you’re doing is confirming I have dealt more damage. It’s encouraging. I literally gain self-love and pride in myself from knowing my continued existence is hurting people I hate.
