Futures are dim

I knew who he was. I knew exactly what he's done. I knew what he will do. No one could love him. No one cared about him. No one noticed him. He was the grumpy old man down the street. He sphated everything and everyone. But when he said he hated Christmas. That, that right there, I took it personal. I didn't meant to kill him. I just couldn't handle it any longer. He never knew it was coming. He never could've prepared. But he was an old humbug that no one missed. That's why I don't feel bad for killing the human Grinch stuck in my life.