Whoever you are you sadden me. You know who you are and what you did. You spent three hours today tormenting one of the people I love most and you topped it off with a sickening threat about raping me. I'm sure you did all of this while laughing your ass off too. I have nothing to say that will offend you, and anything I say now will undoubtedly only fuel your sick, twisted little fire of hate which probably is the only thing that keeps your cold heart warm at night. However, I will say it anyway in a vain attempt to... I suppose release my own frustrations.
It is a rare thing that I bear such animosity to a person, let alone one I will never meet in person. I do not even bear such animosity to those who torment me. So I must applaud you. Be happy, this is the only applause someone like you will ever truly get. A true achievement.
I have my suspicions as to who you are, but of course I will not say them. However I shall say what I think you are like.
Anyone with the determination to sit in front of a computer for hours and deliberately tell another human being is a form of lowly scum I really have never met before. Honestly, you couldn't find anything better to do for three hours? I bet you're alone. I bet you have no real life. In fact, I know you have no life, or at the very least no heart. You sat in front of a fucking computer for three fucking hours and told someone to kill themself. You are a wretched excuse for a person. There are no words I can use against you, nothing I can say to upset you or to get back at you. Your ice cold heart is far too frozen to pierce.
This ramble of hate-filled gunk is a pitiful attempt to express an anger which I rarely feel. I hope your hatred keeps you warm at night, for I doubt anyone else ever will do you the pleasure. And should you actually have someone who calls you their love I am disgusted even more and have nothing but pity for them. For the person they love is nothing but a cold hearted wretch who preys upon the sorrow of others and feasts upon it like a monster from a crooked fairytale. No one should ever love you, for you do not understand compassion or sympathy. You cannot comprehend the complexities of sorrow or of hurt. You do not feel the warmth of another, and so you have become crooked. You are a crooked man, with a crooked heart and you take joy in attempting to break others as you have been broken.
I am sorry for you. Truly I am. You do not deserve my pity, nor my sorrow and yet I, someone who tries to understand others and ignore rage, have it for you. While you might have told my beloved to end his life for three hours, I would never say the same to you.
I may seem stupid or foolish or any negative adjective you might wish to pin upon me, but I do not regret anything I have said.
Now, on to Turt.
You are an amazing person and do not let any silly little inane threats or violent prompts invade your mind. Be calm. Be peaceful. Be happy. Know you are loved by at least one person. Turt, I am willing to share my life with you. That will not so easily changed. Anything anyone says, ignore it. You put so much stupid pressure on yourself, and while half of the pressure might be good the rest just weakens you. Ignore the cruel people who kick you in the back of the knees. Ignore those who would laugh at your sorrow. I'm opening myself up as a gushy romantic idiot to make you smile. So smile. Do it. Smile, you. I said smile. Are you smiling? No? Then cuddle Segatari.
Listen, sweetheart, in all of three years I have told you "I love you" more times than I could ever imagine, so do not let animosity from an irrelevant person who spent nary a fraction of that time insulting you taint that happiness. I love you. I love you more than you will ever understand. And while people will probably laugh at this or wish to throw up, I will say it again. I. Love. You.
Ignore the hatred, and just think of happy times. Think of your cat, who loves you and is fuzzy and warm. Surely no amount of hatred can overcome the joy of a warm fuzzball. So, you know, stop being sad and be happy.
I'll be seeing you in November, so cheer up. I'll make that White & Milk Chocolate Baileys and Kahlua fudge you love. We'll make hermit cookies and watch movies. We'll cuddle and be glared at by my dad. You know, fun stuff. So, be happy. Don't be sad. Never be sad, at least not until you're close enough that I can hug you.