I don't care if you dislike me. Hate me if you want to.
I don't care what you think. PEROID. Your thoughts and opinions is not my problem.
You're entire existance, you're whole being is not of mines to care. You are a waste of my time and a waste of a blood bag with bones and muscles that only respond in an emotional matter of wasted membranes and air. Speaking of air. The stuff I breathe in after you've exhaled is what I hope to be your last.
Here's a thought. Kill yourself.