Today, the lie ends.

It pains me to say it, because I want to like the guy, as misguided as he is, but that's almost two years of bottled hate-fueled anger and hate-fueled rage finally freed.

That was quite possibly the most cathartic thing I've ever done.

I think I can write again.

Figures. Only when in pain or causing pain, can I create art.

On the other hand, I'm kind of looking forward to going to hell -- all my friends will be there.

Labels: Drama, fanfiction, I hate

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