Well....what a lovely evening.
The war is being waged. I am weary of the situation. This could be one of his tricks. He knows my weaknesses and could be exploiting them.
Funny thing about that is, I stopped giving a shit. Bring it on you glorious bastard. Because I'm loving the good parts. When you start throwing the bad, that's when you need to get scared.
I'm like the insurgents, you can't control me and I will never let you win. This is my fight and it isn't over until I say so or you die.
Keep this in mind the next time you're scheming. I'll be waiting. There is nothing you can do to stop me. You know that sick feeling in your stomach as you read this, that twisted, rotten feeling. I'm ripping the ground beneath your feet. One day, you'll wake up and realize that I've taken away everything you've loved. One day you'll wake up and realize what a year's worth if work feels like and how it feels to have it all rendered meaningless.
I am vengance personified. I will make you pay for what you have done to us. I will do it on behalf of everyone that's suffered at your hand. It will be Me that steals your last breath.
This war has been raging for 10 years now. It has taken it's toll on me. But I keep fighting, because it is all I know.
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