Whoever you're listening to

Is going to get your fucking kids killed. I know you pieces of shit coming into the gas station are reading it (because you repeat it back to me). Got within arms reach of 2 the other day. The knife that is always in my pocket isn't going to stay there forver. Whatever they are trying to do, I'm never going to do it. You can't make me stop being a threat to yoù kids but you can make them acknowledge what's happening to me.

Hym "Whoever you're listening to WILL NEVER CARE about your kid being murdered over their unwillingness to address me. They won't care. They'll muse on it in there news stories about how tragic it is but YOU'LL BE ALONE IN YOU GRIEF AND THEY WILL DIE FOR NOTHING. I'm not ever going to give up. Would you rather have your kids see some maladaptive success or would you rather try and pry me off of them as I dig the knife into their neck? I didn't even expect the material success. At first it was only stalking I cared about. But I'll take both. You'll do both now."