A/N: when I decided to write another Kyman fic, I had every intention to write something light hearted compared to 'The Best Joke' (the sequel for which I am still working on). Maybe some fluff, because everyone loves a little fluff, whether they admit it or not!

I got this instead.

Man, that's depressing. Haha.

Ah well, maybe next time, huh?

.x.

Kahl, My Obsession.

Dear Fag,

If I were to end it here, to put my fingers around your scrawny neck and end that Goddamn worthless Jew life, would my suffering end?

You make me suffer Jew. I hate you to the extent that it's become an obsession. I have to make you angry. I have to rip on you constantly. I don't rule my life anymore, you do. You know how bad that sucks, Jew? It's like I've become addicted to hating you. I'm addicted to your fury, to your hate.

I watch you at night, you know. Creepy huh? I sneak in though your Goddamn window with every intent to stab you in the head. But you know what I do instead, I fucking watch you! How fucking gay is that?!

I fantasise of ways to make you angry as well. I picture us in different scenarios and I play them out in my twisted mind. I know you so well that the you that lives in my head is so damn real I forget that it's just imaginary!

You know what I'm doing now, Kahl? I'm trying to think of a way to hurt you so fucking bad, just because I get a rush from that anger in your eyes. I was thinking of killing your super best friend, Stan. I could do it, you know; and wouldn't that make you just fucking hate me? Man am I tempted… The thought of your pain, anger and hatred… it makes me hard, y'know? Can you understand that Kahl? Don't get me wrong, I'm not some fucking fag or anything, but damn your emotions turn me on.

This obsession, it's got to the point that even I'm disgusted in myself. To think that I'd thrive on your hatred, it sickens me to think that you can control me like that.

So I ask again… would my suffering end if I killed you? I don't want this, I don't like this control you have over me. What makes it even worse is the fact that your retarded Jewish mind has not figured out the power you hold over me. That makes my blood boil, Kahl.

I nearly killed you last night. I was so fucking close. I really wanted to do it, Kahl. Does it scare you to know that? Are you scared of me Kahl?

I couldn't do it though, because at the last second, I realized something. If you were gone, my life would lose all meaning. I'm seriously. And don't you dare let your Jewish, retarded mind take that in some faggy girl way!

I would follow you to the depths of Hell, Jew. I cannot live without you. I've fallen too deeply into this obsession.

Your death wouldn't help. But neither would I allow you to live in a world without me. You see, I'm selfish, Jew.

So how about this one?

If we both died, would this twisted obsession, this need, end?

One day we'll find out, but for now I'll feed on this obsession rather than kill it. For now, let me love to hate you and hate to love you. For now Kahl, keep on hating me, and remain oblivious to how much I need that hate.

For now Kahl…