I hate Nanahira. I really hate Nanahira. Like, a lot. Like, a whole lot. You have no idea. I hate her so much that it is inexplicable, and I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I have an unhealthy obsession. I will never not get angry from listening to that painful, ungodly voice of hers. It is my life goal to meet up her with her in real life and just stab her.

I fall asleep at night dreaming of her being held hostage in my basement, and then she would be so delusional and tired that she comes and cuddles up to me while I strangle her. If I could just squeeze her neck for a brief moment, I could die happy. If given the opportunity, I would bite off her ear just to hear what kind of terrifying screams she would let out. Then, I would crush her while she clings to my body hoping that I would stop, but I only continue as she screams louder and louder.

I would give up almost anything just for her to look away from my general direction. No matter what I do, I am constantly thinking of her. When I wake up, she is the first thing on my mind. When I go to school, I can only focus on her. When I go come home, I go on the computer so that I can listen literally anyone else's beautiful voice. When I go to sleep, I dream of her and I living a master-slave relationship life together. She is my humiliation, shame, and fury. If she were to call me "Onii-chan," I would probably go insane from rage and die.

I wish for nothing but her suffering. If it were for myself, I would give away her life without any second thoughts. Without her, my life would be complete. I really hate Nanahira.

I don't miss Sakura no Uta, ever since the DMCA incident it has been so silent. I no longer wake up to the ear grating sounds of Sakura no Uta, now it's just quiet and silent. I get up out of my bed and walk through the silent halls, devoid of Hell's worst song, where I sit and eat a bowl of wheat flakes in silence, get ready for my blissful workday, and make my way there in the silence that is a Sakura no Utaless world. I sit in the same vibrant office cubicle, calm eyes, blank from my serenity over the loss of Sakura no Uta and the colorful energetic expression from a life without that which I hate. I go home, vigorous and with the will to eat or freshen up. I walk towards my room where the once Sakura no Uta themed room of mine is now back to the vibrance and liveliness of yellow, white and pink, as I sit in front of the only thing that is Sakura no Uta themed left, my Shrine, I sit there and cry in bliss, hoping that one day it too will leave us, that Sakura no Uta will be gone forever. As I sit there and pray and cry tears of joy into the night in the silence of my flourishing home, I get up and go lay in bed, such a sibrant bed of a dark blue blanket and a pillow, I lay there and whisper one more silent prayer. A prayer of my beloved Sakura no Uta, "Please leave me my hatred", and drift into sleep like a baby. Dream a nightmare where I always hope to dream of a time I used to love but get nothing but bliss now about my loss of Sakura no Uta and my loss of loathing. How I don't miss those days of hate and anguish with Sakura no Uta. How I don't miss Sakura no Uta.