This weekend proved to me that he truly truly does not have a heart. After twelve years (fifteen really) of trying [ off and on.. don’t get me wrong.. I’ve spewed lots of venom. He’s harsh ] to give him the benefit of the doubt that he had to have something in there. He does not care about humanity or happiness and that he really would just rather everyone go to hell.
And? I’m still extremely angry. I don’t like me like this and I can’t make it go away.