For the ask thing: Dear person I hate,
Dear Person I hate,
well, for you to even exist must mean you are a pretty shitty human being, because I generally like other people. Also I hope you are not a masochist, because I hope you shove a cactus so far up your ass that you have prickers coming out your mouth, and that you end up in a survival situation where you end up having to drink your own unfiltered piss only to realize help was right there the entire time. Whatever you might’ve done to me must’ve been pretty shitty, and you have made a very charismatic enemy with all sorts of friends in various places, some able to ruin your day in various ways. All I can say is, watch your back.
Toodles,
Serena








