Wring!

I feel like wringing her fat double chinned neck, slowly painfully savoring every second of it. This very deep desire to just end her life because I can’t stand her. It is not hate, not like I care enough to hate, but I despise her existence. The tormenting should push her over. Then I realize she is not worth an ounce of anything me. Not my anger, not my disgust nothing, I don’t really give a flying f***.All it does now is to amuse me, the whole web of waves weaved into these relationships and people who behave like she does. It becomes hilarious after a point. Jut pretty darned funny.