I want his head in a fire, and I want to see him burn. I want to hand him the one piece of news that will destroy him, and I want to see his face when it happens. I have kept this secret for fifteen years. I have lost my life for fifteen years. I have lived this lie for fifteen years, and all the while I have watched him walk away from me. I have been destroyed while I have made him President. It is my turn.
He suffers. He hurts. He burns.
Hey, Taylor! If it’s true that you’re following people…can I get a follow?