Holy shit, I'm in a foul mood. Nothing would be more gratifying for me right now than to destroy a few livelihoods and sink my fangs into some naked, innocent little souls; to tear into them with clawing hands and burning words, to crush them into oblivion and be glad they're gone, knowing that I was the one who killed them. No more of this cutsey-wootsy happy fluffy bunny cunt with powdered sugar... no more retarded-ass middle school drama, no more pink and ribbons and puffy clouds. Thunderstorms. Tsunamis. Drown it all, wipe it clean, flush it all down into wherever it is that happiness goes when it's murdered. How good it would feel, now, just now, to be the one responsible. To kill something good, to tarnish and pervert and putrify the whole immaculate world.
I actually feel happier myself, thinking about it.
Too bad I won't.
God damn this fucking self-restraint.
I actually feel happier myself, thinking about it.
Too bad I won't.
God damn this fucking self-restraint.
manchester_black:
Oh god, I remember being there a few months ago with a project in school that some of my other clessmates turned into a piece of garbage I was embarrassed to be a part of. I think the words I used to describe the feeling these people left me with was something along the lines of ' A rancor brought about by the feeling of something like a million slivers buried just far enough under my skin for me to not be able to pull out'. God, I hated those people so much
nuthou5e:
That was hot.