Disappointment

Tonight I'm rather angry... No, that can't describe how I feel. It's something so unpleasant that I'll turn it into a written shout.

First you have my favourite Shakespearean insult (I only use this on special occasions):

You remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!

Now, here I go:

How the hell you dare make my friend suffer!!! Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot!!! That was disgusting, so vulgar. Can't you see she's the best part of your life? Can't you see what you're about to lose? I couldn't believe it, I thought you were a man, I thought you cared about your family, you seemed to be the kind of person who would give his life to protect them from any harm. And now what? You are the cause of their pain. If you had the guts to do what you did, now be brave enough to remedy all of this... Well, in case there's a remedy to it.

I hope to see you soon so I can shout on your stupid face. I'm disappointed.