I know I shouldn't be saying this but,
You are so disgustingly apathetic. No,that totally mitigates the degree of your callousness.
You are adamant, utterly impassive.
You speak insolently, with contemptuous rudeness, about those different from you.
Sweetheart, have you looked into a mirror?
I'd be afraid if you do. Because you'll finally glance your ineptness, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain for anything but yourself. & you might die due to sudden bombardment of self awareness which didn't exist for the past eighteen years. & if death plays lenient with you, you might lie prostrate begging for forgiveness for as long as you have a voice.
So, dearest diabolic, unwholesome,
I pray me not not be connected to you in any possible way. You drain my emotions. You drain, basically, a whole lot. & that's so sad. Because unfortunately, I grasp, I am unable to withstand. Finally, I'm coming to my senses.
Everyone comes & goes at ten to the power of eight. Isn't this the normality.
It's like hello, goodbye & hello, goodbye all over again.

& I know I shouldn't be saying this as well but,
we should have presented the referee with more than just a F word. We should have wrapped all the curses we could possibly come up with & hurl it at him, & maybe kick him a few times in wherever hurts most. Shoot him ten times till he falls into the mud & shoot him again. I mean, he deserves much more than that.
We should have gotten a little unruly. It's not as if our turbulence would get us sent off. & ever if we did get sent off, what's the diff?
My dear love, ref,
If you don't fancy us it's perfectly fine. We can forgive your pettiness of a man, we don't fancy you much either.
But do not manifest your narrow-minded grievances in such a way that even the astigmatic recognise.


Pardon the ranting, trust me, they're fuel to fire.