yes, fuck it! i will pollute it until i run out of this filthy steam. i will walk, i will run, i will listen to music, i will read voraciously, i will talk incessantly, i will i will i will. until there's nothing left of this darkness you left me in and with.
i hate you, you little bastard. i don't forgive you. i don't wish you well. i don't wish you anything. i just want your little creepy ghost to get out of my life.