Hatred

Well. That was creepy. And it made me rethink the old offer of gathering all those guys I know, finding out where the bastard is hiding and do something rather illegal.

An old friend asked me "Do you know that there's this picture of you and profile on a sex-site?" Needless to say, I was rather surprised.
Well. There was. Me. And strange, huh, that I can perfectly well recall who took it. Oh, it's innocent enough, I'm well-dressed and all. But still. I had nothing to do with it. And some of you will be able to guess who took it.

Yes. Him. Per-Erik Lundquist.

What definitely alerted me that I can't have had much to do with it was the information included and the spelling errors. I don't drink or smoke, first of all, I wouldn't want my sexxors filmed and there were several suggestions about what I wanted to do that made my eyebrow arch.
The last login was sometime during 2004. After the so-called fucked-up "relationship" ended.

No, there is no possibility anyone else has that photo. Had.

I knew hate once. I wish I didn't have to know it again, but for fucks sake, every time I think I can relax and put this shit behind me - there it is again.

And the only, only reason I do not put a real, bad, evil curse (because it is rather easy, really) on him is that I'd rather no one did the same on me. I do so hope that he gets what he gives, threefold and more. I know he will, but I would prefer if I didn't have to feel a burning wish that it's something really, really bad.
Oh, so I know I have earned every little thing in some way. But still. And being the dark side of the year, you know, I just might feel it's okay that I hate, detest, feel these bad, bad, evil emotions. Yes... I think so.

Yes. I do hate you and I don't ever want to see your sick, ugly face again. I will kill you if there is ever a chance of me doing it within the bonds of law. Take it as a promise. I thought it might feel neutral, if never okay, but things just continue to come back and remind me that I should have fought some more and actually gone to get my bow and arrows. At that time, I had practiced enough to actually hit you and no one else. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but an elf treated like this, and a woman to boot, hits home in just the same place.
Never, ever think that you have any right to exist, you miserable piece of shit human. I'll always be here. And if I can't, well, since I'm just a pathetic little girl, then I'll show you who can. This time, I won't care that you berate me for "using my friends". I didn't, that time. They did on their own accord. This time'd be worse, because this time, I would. I'm always here. Take heed.