I want you to know that I hate you.
I think you’re a waste of oxygen and you’re also an idiot.
You don’t deserve to live in this country. Or any country. Or earth, even.
You’re a sad excuse for a human being and I hope your God cries when he looks at you.
You can call me extreme all you want. But know this:
Every time I walk out of my house, this is the same message I get from you.