"I'm no one to be trifled with." -The Man in Black
"This letter is not easy for me to write. I just want to say that something has happen to you. You have became bitter and depressed. You use to be so happy, loving and caring. You use to enjoy your life. That is the victor that I fell in love with. I will always remember the time that we shared together ...I will always love you! But I am just not in love with you." -An ex
Sprinkle some [sic] in that last paragraph. It's verbatim.
I used to be nice. I used to be friendly. I used to be helpful. I used to care. I'm now a sadistic, egomaniacal, sociopathic, opinionated ephebophile that sees most people as subsentient, insapient tools to be used and disposed of. I've learned the people you trust most are the first to stab you in the back, the people you need most are invariably the first to abandon you. I loathe cowardice, and abhor incompetence. If I'm smiling it's probably because I want you to die. I have nothing but respect for those not afraid to stab me in the front (yes, you David.)
