I am so tired.
It's like the Earth's gravity just increased by about 100%. No, make that 200%.
I don't know how else to explain this.
I need to get it off my chest before it eats me up on the inside. The problem is, I don't know what 'it' is.
Haih. Let's move on to other things.
I'm gonna be a little delusional now. So if you pardon me, I'll start talking to myself in my own little world.
You're welcomed to stay and read, but you probably won't understand.
Except you, bitch. Fuck off.
See what I mean?
I think I should go to the happy place. Yeah. That sounds nice.
Its hot. I feel like I'm burning inside. I'm so frustrated--everything just makes the fire stronger. Everything! Its no longer a flame. Its no longer a pleasant warmth.
It's a freaking fire. Its destroying everything in its path!
i watched the hideous creature from afar. I grip the rifle in my hands, feeling every smooth curve. I caress the trigger, toying with the thought. Pull it?
The corners of my mouth curve up into a crooked smile.
Of course I wasn't going to pull the trigger. That would be too quick.
It wouldn't suffer enough.
I'm gonna go take my psycotherapeutic pills now.
