I am very angry

I’m literally unable to stop yelling at the top of my lungs, that’s how angry I am with you. My face has gone blood red; my ears, my lips, my eyes are literally bleeding at how angry I am. My vocal cords have ripped from overuse because I’ve been shouting so much, and my throat is so swollen over with scar tissue that I am no longer able to breathe, but I’ll continue being angry at you; when I perish, I hope you’ll have an insufferable time with my vengeful ghost (who will torture you until you perish, and even after that by the sheer rage contained within my soul).

Never have a good time for the rest of your miserable existence.

Fuck you.