The clich� thing would be to wish others "the best" or "their happiness". Well fuck that. This is how I truly feel: I hope they get fucking HURT. I�m not talking about physical harm. I�m talking about "therapy required" hurt. I�m sick of playing nice I�m sick of pretending that I am not bothered by it and can be walked over.

Fuck that. If anyone thought that, they don�t know me well enough. My roommate Kelley told me one night that she�s terrified of me at times. She does not know at any moment where she stands with me. In her exact words "you could be someone�s greatest friend, or his or her worst enemy."

So here it is to everyone that thought Alan was expendable: the karma police is on the way to rip you up in everlasting pain. When they come, I hope they leave you in such sheer heartache that you�d be begging for redemption and release from this reckoning of selfish judgments.