There's a lot of things that can kill a man, Hope for the Future.

We spoke today for the first time in ages. But this is our relationship. I believe we relish on rekindling it. Without our fights, we might run out of things to talk about. At least half of what we say consists of why we acted so fucked up the last time we were together, apologizing, and saying things would be different the next time around. And usually things are different, but it doesn't mean they're better.

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Your increased alcohol intake is starting to worry me. When we met you were clear and bright and shiny and full of hope. Now, when you stumble into the light around noon, your eyes are decorated with dark circles and the lines around your mouth are starting to crease from frowning. You are looking older in these past few months and the light in your eyes is dim. You no longer talk about new ideas nor do you dream about saving the world from it's self. All you talk about is where you're going to get your next drink and tell lies about what you're going to do tomorrow.

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You get off on manipulating younger women. You make them believe that you'll give them the world when all you do is give them a good dicking and then leave them alone with their thoughts, wondering where they went wrong. You thrive on needy girls, you feed off of what little self-esteem they have left, and digest it so fast that they don't even realize they're left with nothing until it's too late. And you are in love with me because for once in your life you aren't in control. You find yourself in rapture with me because I have walked a mile in your shoes and stomped on the weaker people along the way, just like you. You have found your match and this battle to the death will be a bloody one.