twentysix.

Maybe, If things would have been handled differently. If everybody hadn't lied to one another. If I hadn't thought of you as a flaming *****. If I hadn't thought you were an ignorant disgustingly gullible fool. If only you knew yourself well enough to know all of this is true. But you are far too blind to the truth by your feelings and your care to see what this horrific monster is doing to you. How it's controlling you, manipulating you, playing you for the puppet that you really are. Your such a silly little puppet, if only you could build the courage to tangle the strings she binds you with and see the r e a l i t y in your own eyes. Maybe then things would be better between us, once and for all. That is something that I would kill for. So here's to you and that trail of incompetence that follows in your wake. For, with every footstep you make, and every breath you take, a new disaster is brewing.

I know where this is going.