soon you asked about our future well, my darling, here’s my answer: i hope you burn in a house fire, i hope you get stage IV cancer. i’d be by your bedside waiting till your sweet goodbye, my friend. i’d resuscitate you just so I could watch you die again. i fcking hate you. and i know what you’ll do, you’ll say you’re sorry through your smile and i’ll stay angry for a while and i might just forget i fcking hate you