Late night rage.

Some days I think about deleting this blog. But if I did, I wouldn't have a safe place to say things like this:

I could squash your little head with two fingers. And I'm not even that strong.

You are small.

Weak.

Fake.

And not even worth the trouble of squashing.

I wash my hands of your inane bullshit.

Ahhh, that feels much better.

Goodnight!