That does it! I can't take it anymore! I try and try, but I feel like I'm beginning to lose it! I just can't deal with Haruhi and her obnoxious eccentric personality anymore! She has to die! For all of humanity's sake!
I know Haruhi is the god of this world, and her death will mean the desturction of us all, but it would be better if she was gone! She is nothing more than a bratty little gay bitch who can't help but feel jealous when someone more DESERVING gets attention while she's left to die out on the front porch in a cold winter's night!
I want to see her dead! I want to see her scream and cry in pain! I want to watch her burn! I feel like shooting my own fuckin' brains out whenever I so much as glance at her! She makes me sick!! No, she's the one who's sick! SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK!!!
THE LAST THING I WANT IS FOR HER TO BE HAPPY! I WANT HER TO SUFFER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER! I HOPE EVERYONE REALIZES WHAT A STUPID, HIDEOUS MONSTROSITY SHE IS AND ALIENATE HER, LIKE SHE DESERVES!
Anyway, I really, really, really, really, really, really wanna see Haruhi dead and suffering, even if it means the end of humanity! It's worth seeing that hideous, deformed assface crying in pain as she is raped continously and burned through the body with violent chainsaws!
DIE, HARUHI! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!!!!
And that's not all!!!She constently humiliates me, fondles my breasts, dresses me up in lolita clothes, and continues to yap on and on about stupid gay crap like time travelers and espers and shit! I bet she's actually a futanari, too, that lying little bitch of a bastard!
THE ONLY REASON I EVER BOTHER WAKING UP IN THE MORNING IS TO WRITE DOWN NEW WAYS TO MAKE HER SUFFER!!
HARUHI...MUST...DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"So...what do you think of my essay, Kyon?" Mikuru asked with a hopeful look on her face. She was wearing her usual maid outfit and was especially cheerful today.
Kyon blinked a few times, his eyes glued to the blood-splattered paper before him. Wiping some sweat off his brow, he smiled weakily at Mikuru and replied, "It could be...a bit more descriptive, I guess..."
Unable to accept Kyon's suggestions, Mitsuru shot the poor bastard in the head with a pistol. Placing the gun safely in between her breasts, Mikuru snatched up her essay and walked away...