You think I care?

Do you really think I care if I ever speak to you again? Remember, I am a bad person. I am the cause for your downfall. I am the reason you fail at everything. I am blight in human form. The four horsemen are homo sexual stable boys compared to the end of days that I envision for you. It does my heart well that I can be held responsible for your mistakes and misfortunes, that way you never have to accept responsibility for anything. At least I admit that I am a horrible human. You walk around under the guise of a real person when underneath you are nothing but a big bucket of bad lucks excrement. So point your finger and keep talking shit. I won’t do anything about it. I’ll just take it and let it keep building and building. I am harmless. I am all talk, just a joke. When it comes down to it I will probably just back down and let it all go. OR I’LL GRAB A HOLD OF YOUR FACE WITH BOTH HANDS AND MAKE FISTS WITH YOUR FLESH AND KEEP SHAKING UNTIL YOUR BRAIN IS COMPLETELY BLENDED INSIDE THE HEAD I AM JUST ABOUT TO CRACK OPEN ON THE NEAREST ROCK LIKE A CAST AWAY WITH A COCONUT. LOOK AT MY LIFE. DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS? WHY START NOW?