was there ever really a time like this, where i’d be so affected about something i knew was about to come? no. this is the first time, that i am hating more than i have loved. that i wish not happiness but sorrow and despair. that i’m not looking forward to have anything back but rather have it destroyed completely. this is where i watch an ugly beginning of despicable entities making love. procreating, spreading a disgusting gene pool of sickening coquetry and arrant unattractiveness.