My anger.

I saw your names together, and it all came rushing back to me. How much I hate you and wish you a life of unending torture. My stomach dropped to the floor and twisted into the fever inducing knot that it is now, and I'm fighting back the bile and tears that comes with recalling the stupidity of the past. The thing that always angers me is that I never said anything when I should have. There are no words to describe the anger that I feel towards myself for that. ...and to you for being part of it. Your words are useless slime, and you turn anyone that cares for you into angry bitter husks of fire. You will spend your life blaming people like us for the disgusting thing you have become, and people like us will spend our lives being stupid enough to believe you. Even you, are stupid enough to believe the filth that cascades from your wretched tongue. You thought you knew me, and the ugliness that lays inside me.

You have no idea how much I hold back, and if you did, perhaps some appreciation would have been tossed my way. I lack your gifts for manipulation, and when I want to destroy you, I will have to forgo subtlety and do it outright.

I hope you know how much you've hurt me and the others, and I hope you spend many sleepless nights regretting it.
But you won't know.
You'll never read this, only vain people who think I'm speaking of them will read this. You'll never understand.