Of course I want him dead, but it’s too good for him. I want him to have a brain aneurysm and wind up with locked in syndrome while his sycophant yes men and awful family members stick him in a corner and steal everything out from under him RIGHT in front of him while he lies in a festering diaper full of his own waste for a few years. I want him to feel hopelessness, embarrassment, and fear, with absolutely no comfort or sympathy. I want his caregivers to talk about what a miserable piece of shit he is while they clean his room and have him be unable to do anything to respond. I want him to suffer.
I am so torn…
Of course I want him dead, but it’s too good for him. I want him to have a brain aneurysm and wind up with locked in syndrome while his sycophant yes men and awful family members stick him in a corner and steal everything out from under him RIGHT in front of him while he lies in a festering diaper full of his own waste for a few years. I want him to feel hopelessness, embarrassment, and fear, with absolutely no comfort or sympathy. I want his caregivers to talk about what a miserable piece of shit he is while they clean his room and have him be unable to do anything to respond. I want him to suffer.