I've been craving it for the past few days now. I've been imagining the pain, the trouble, the discomfort, and the agony that could consume them.

Each time, I remember how badly I was treated: the misjudgments, the agony, the pain, and the tears.

I said Karma would catch up with them, that they would reap what they sow. But I think I was wrong.

Apparently, Karma seems so busy; it hasn't even had the time to visit their country, let alone pay them a visit.

Since Karma has refused to show up and do its job, how about I do it myself?

I've thought of so many things.

I want to inflict on them the same pain they inflicted on me. I want to crush them. I want to leave them living, yet wishing for death.

I want to make them feel embarrassed, humiliated, and ashamed. Oh, how I want to watch them beg. I want them to cry until their tears run dry. I want them to be left speechless, helpless, and completely undone.

I want more. More and more. But I don't think I can even begin to describe the vengeance seething inside me.

And before you ask whether vengeance actually promises relief or merely gives pain another destination, let me make something clear: I don't care what vengeance does or what it will do. I don't care whether it brings relief, peace, or even regret. It's what I want, and it's what I will still want.

Don't blame me. Karma doesn't want to show up on time, and I'm tired of waiting.

Their happiness has started to itch. Perhaps it's time I stepped in and decided their fate myself.