[Karkat makes a noise that was probably intended to be a snarl of some variety, but makes it through the sniffles as some kind of miserable little whine. He wipes at his eyes a second time and shoots a glare down his own torso, directing the anger bodily at himself for a moment.]

I don't fucking care! I'll fuck their shit up!

[He glares back out over the spectators, but no more death threats are thrown out, because even that last sentence just sounded like a cute little kid who has had his toys taken away. And whose parents need to watch their language.]

I didn't tell you because you were being such a fucking asshole about the whole damn thing! And it's stupid as fuck, because it was still my fault for telling you in the first place, and this is what I fucking wanted, and I still want it, you stupid, oblivious, retardedly charming motherfucker, and it can't be this easy, someone is going to jump out of the fucking ceiling and give me fucking herpes or something, because whenever my crush on you is fucking relevant, my life goes all to hell and I don't want to do that again!

[He gave up on not crying about halfway through that and presses his palms hard into his eyes once he's done, hunching over a little bit because wow, he's kinda trembling.]

Someone shoot me.