...will continue the story. It's the best thing I can do to express my situation with Rowe in a safe and constructive way. So says Dr. Rosario. She should know; she has the degree.
I've been getting strange mood swings. I don't know why. One minute I'm fine, the next minute, I'm ready to cave someone's head in with a cinderblock. I'm just so angry right now. What the hell is wrong with me?
I'm drowning in complete self-loathing. Hate... It's all I see, all I feel. I want to rip into someone's chest with a dull knife and chew out their flesh until I hit their ribcage. I want to snap every bone and take a huge bite out of their still-beating heart. I'm so very... very... angry...
I'm gonna go kill someone today. I need it. I ******** need it. Shhh. Sleep now. Don't say such things. Let me handle it.
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Sat Mar 19, 2005 @ 06:02am · 0 Comments |
