Unsent messages to YLANO PEETERS

I really hate you. You’re a stranger to me, yet I’ve grown to hate you. I usually don’t hate people. But you somehow infuriated me this much that I genuinely despise your boiling blood.

You should be dead. But you’re alive. And maybe you just deserve to suffer just as much as me.

Maybe we both deserve the worst.
Maybe we both do.

But I at least try to be a good person. While you mess up everyone’s life. No mask you put on will ever prevent you from ruining everything. You can’t run from the truth. Nor the pain.

And no, you don’t like the pain. You despise it. Just as much as me.

So die.

Just die.