Damn, jerk!
The feelings I have right now are purely hate, despised and anger. Maybe, this is the feeling that most murders felt during the time they accomplished their crimes. It's a fuming rage and a bit of tears because it makes you feel so helpless. You want the cause to be tear apart. You want them die.
Am I that bad? I want a hypocrite to die. I want to laugh near his corpse and celebrate his death with wine. I wanna slice his flesh and feed it to the dogs. I wanna dug out that huge eyes and I want to chop his sweet tongue into cubes and fed him up to his rotten soul. This is to help him taste his own sweet promises; those damn lies that he makes my sister believes the most.
That rotten guy shouldn't have the chance to be happy. He needs to die. Is death enough? For me, it isn't. I want every effort that my sister gave him to gain its interest. I'm not a revengeful person but I can make him pay through words. I maybe not powerful enough to held the law in my hands but up in the heavens someone saw your rotten soul. I don't wanna see you again. Please, stay away from my sister, jerk.
I'm telling you. You can't beat me. Behave yourself and repent. Stop being a jerk or you might get your death wish one day.
From the sister of your ex,
Grim Reaper