Hey Erik Taylor, you are always assuming you know what I think and you are almost always wrong. I'll make it easy for you. Here's what I think about you. You are branded a wasted entity with no soul. Your words mean nothing to me, the same as you. Say what you will. You are dead to me- You died a long time ago. I have already mourned for your soul. I'm done with you. You, as a person worth anything to me, no longer exist. You have no soul left to save.
You have claimed that I'm being punished for my sins, but it seems to me you are being punished. Look at you. You look like hell. Look at how far you've sunk to. You're empty and unhappy. You're a drug addict and an alcoholic. You have to pay for sex. You're a liar, a hypocrite and you use people. You're controlling little tyrant who can't admit he's wrong. You don't admit to your mistakes and can't seem to offer a sincere apology. You're a fool, Erik Taylor. A short sighted fool. You're so limited. You try to destroy everything you touch. You're sick and diseased, bitter and angry. You're hopeless, worthless and condemned to repeat the same mistakes. You're a dead shell of a man.
The place you live is so filled with evil that it sucks the good out of everything. You're perverted, sick and unable to feel real joy. You're perversions are getting sicker and sicker, but it's never enough to satisfy you. You are the most evil person I've met and being at your house made me sick, literally. I felt like I wanted to die when I was there. I've never felt like that anywhere else.
Your day of reckoning is coming. It always does and your kind never sees it. You are going to hell and you know it. You can't take me with you. You can't take me anywhere. You can't touch me, either literally or metaphorically. You only thought you had influence over me. You never did but you know that, don't you? That's what makes you so angry. You know, you have a lot in common with Hitler. You would have been a fine Nazi. You probably would have enjoyed it.
Your heart is black and dead. Same as your soul. It's back to hell for you. I feel sorry for you. I'm sorry you are evil. I feel the pain of your damaged soul but I can't help you. You have to help yourself. You were never meant to save me because I never needed saving. You were given the chance to be the person you claim to be but aren't and you failed miserably. I can't help you. You have to help yourself. You have to make the changes. No one can do it for you.
I hope that someday you are given another chance for redemption and you don't blow it. I know I won't be around to see what you do, you are out of my life for good and forever. I don't want to see you again.
