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Back Into Hell.

If you are clever enough to bring destruction upon me, rest assured that I shall do as much to you.

If it's worth fighting for, it's worth fighting dirty for.

So we are back at square fucking one, but at least we have an answer of exactly where things stand.. and given that everyone i didn't trust have passed the buck as per the fact that it's not there problem, as expected we are out of limbo but going back to the bullshit that is the family court system, however this time it's going to be a stronger case and i am not listening to anyone but myself after being screwed over by that asshat lawyer who looked after his own interests and never my own or my sons... this time however the gloves are fucking coming off.. i have no problem and no issue playing dirty, you've ripped me to the fucking bone.. it's time to return the fucking favor.. everything comes in at this point, i can't have any patience or remorse or mercy... the being nice and patient and polite shit should have ended a long time ago.. my child was used as a weapon to destroy me, and my relationship with him, I'm still standing six plus years fighting for him, that will never fucking change.. but at this point, regardless of the respect i have for the dead and my son and his emotions... every weapon i have, all the information i know that can be used.. will be used.. i don't have choice... we are going back into hell, and I am going to make her feel the fire.. and she will know I am never fucking Back down... I'm done being patient and keeping things under the boiling point.. i have anger and Evil inside of me... it's time to use those things in a proactive manner... it's time to destroy what little credibility she has left.. and i have the smoking gun to do exactly that, I won't feel any guilt.. everything you used against me has guaranteed that.. you've taken so much away and used so much time, it' time to push back, it's time to push, and it's time to throw some fucking Nuclear bombs in your direction...

.. and Bitch.. I will watch You Burn.

Current Mood: Determined
Current Music: Soldier, Eminem.

Whenever I despair, I remember that the way of truth and love has always won. There may be tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they may seem invincible, but in the end, they always fail. Think of it: always.

Well, fighting is bad to begin with, right? So if you're going to fight, you're already wrong. I mean, you're already at the party, so why not fight dirty?

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