DON’T TALK WITH YOUR MOUTH OPEN. “You broke the number one rule Sissy, don’t talk with your mouth open.”
I wasn’t – not that I’m any of your damned business nor part of any group, or lone wolf or anything of the kind nor potential. Don’t enforce your low life rules on me. And don’t call me Sissy, I’m not your ex/dead-wife William ‘quasi-necrophile’ Defoe. Show some damned respect for once for your past wife and the current woman you supposedly loved who is still living and you lost through your gratituous ways and your ‘be my guest’ attitude to your pack towards me. You don’t own me psychopath saddist.
You’ll stamp me out? Is that a challenge, as you so love to ask?
Oh and if I am Sissy – Jeff Hardy is the only man in the world, the hottest man in the world and the only man for Sissy.
Oh and btw it’s not over. It’s never over. Yes that is a challenge scumbags (plural). As long as I know you exist I will never ‘sleep well at night’, not with feinds like you and your ‘hybrid diabolical entertainment’. Do I want to suffer? You’ll keep doing it to me over and over until I get the message, until I learn? No I don’t want to suffer but it’s all I know and it’s all I’ll ever know partially in thanks to you. So ‘you can get as mad (and gullible) as you want’ I’ll keep being me or die trying (whilst not hurting anyone else). Hope you’re happy ‘sweetheart’. This world is a prison and you’re just some of the jailors.
My epitaph (when the day finally happens) will quoted from one of you: “Goodbye sad child, may you rest in pieces.” (Not that you left, obviously and not that you’ll ever stop hounding.)
Thanks for teaching me how to enjoy suffering. As I keep saying you’re not the alpha and omega, my life and the world didn’t begin nor will it end with you.