Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
May the fleas of a thousand camels invade the crotch of the person that ruins your day. And may their arms be to short too scratch
You're going to burn in a very special level of hell. A level they reserve for child molesters and people who talk at the theater.
