Dear _,

I am channeling towards you huge pools of hatred, a threatening dark aura waiting to engulf you and ruin you. This is the unbridled disgust which I have for myself somehow transferred onto your meaningless persona. You smell of stale sweat and putrid hair, shampoo residue in the bathroom and it makes me sick. I am going to be so fucking brilliant that you will feel shit about yourself. You will realise that in the end what you have is nothing. Don't even bother trying. It is just sad that I know I will never find fulfillment from within.