Consider this a creative outlet — utilizing my only useful weapon, one word at a time.
I hate you.
I have anticipated this day ever since I was eleven, when I witnessed my brother walk across the stage.
DISCLAIMER: Although the sentiment is genuine, the events in this article did not actually occur or have been altered for added emphasis.
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