Sylvanna Devlin

I’m not just exhausted of all your paid talking points. I’m angry on a level that is obscene. Too calm and ice cold to show. I want my death.

Everything you have put me through is on my blog. Every lie told but one.

That love lingers for this tired, twisted and tormented soul.

Stop.

Before I cast this world into eternal darkness and seal it with my death.

For you can not imagine the fury I am experiencing right now that actors and characters have played with my heart.

I am done.

You should be too.

May my nightmares be yours till you stop.

Your karma come due and quickly too.

And you each get the luck you deserve.

I’m done. Are you?

Those curses would be blessings if you hadn’t been so abysmal to me. I risk nothing but some stupid lecture by some sanctimonious asshole who doesn’t understand chaos magic.