I hate you. I hate your incessant bitching and complaining. Sometimes my hate is so immense that I want you dead. Not just dead but killed as slowly and painfully as possible. It’s what you sometimes deserve.

You’re divisive and argumentative. You treat people, myself especially, poorly. You’re a liar, a thief, and an all around terrible human being. You have no real friends and for good reason.

While those statements may be true, I am sad for you. I want you to pick yourself up and improve. I want you to live up to your full potential. I have significant interest in your well being as we are the same person.