ive grown up to be really viscous. dont fuck with me. you may catch me at an unstable time. if you really want to make me unstable because you want to take advantage of me in any way— youll be disappointed. you (and i) don’t want to see it for the sake of your curiosity and or disbelief. i would end my life to dissatisfy someone who treated me like shit. my capacity for anger, hatred, seems to know no bounds.
i do not exaggerate. i will fuck you up if you try to break me. i am no longer a shaking pup who begs for mercy and smiles in forgiveness because “it could be worse”. i will not take it anymore. i will fight to the death for my right to survive, and if i die trying, i’ll be gone for my enemies, too. i won’t give up. when i stop, i stop and i’ll know i never gave up and pushed myself to death. i may not have fists of steel, but i do know an awful lot about how people work, and if you keep me around after all the shit i throw at you, well, that’s a very easy weakness.
don’t fuck with me.