My level of anger overpowered any pure feeling I've ever felt. Every fiber of my being screamed for revenge, to make him feel what he made me feel. To hurt him worse than he's ever been hurt. To feel what I felt at his words, at how cold and little he cared about making me feel what I perfectly know I am.
My body was filled with such impure, evil adrenaline that all the thousands of demons surrounding me were afraid of me. I was afraid of myself.
A fear that turned into complete satisfaction when I finished what I said I would do to him if I didn't do it to him, I would do it to someone else. And that someone else would be the one he cared about the most. That he would now feel what I feel every day of my existence.
That he would encompass the pain, guilt, and all negative feelings for not living before judging. - Another day where every moment, I continue to be who I am.
