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Understandably Unholy
I sit alone often, and find myself thinking.
I delve too deep into my inner, dark thoughts.
I have a serious case of limerence. And I don't handle it well.
I get over attached nearly immediately.
I find myself hating anyone that seems competition.
I've even quit talking to my best friend because of this.
And now, instead of laughing with him, I find myself imagining ways I could.... Eliminate him.
This goes for all people though. Not limiting to competition against my crush.
Including, but not limited to; friends, strangers, people who anger me.
I think it's a good thing I have video games as an outlet.
Otherwise I'd be down a dark road.
Slam his head against the corner of the brick wall. Let all these people watch as his blood and brains drip down.
Place him in front of a mirror, and make him watch as you cut him, and kill him.
So many dark thoughts, and as I sit in the dark, myself, I grin at them.
I feel myself losing it though.
Snap his neck now, it's okay.
I always have this little voice in my head, that occasionally slips a few words through my lips.
But I can't let them know. I refuse to go.
I delve too deep into my inner, dark thoughts.
I have a serious case of limerence. And I don't handle it well.
I get over attached nearly immediately.
I find myself hating anyone that seems competition.
I've even quit talking to my best friend because of this.
And now, instead of laughing with him, I find myself imagining ways I could.... Eliminate him.
This goes for all people though. Not limiting to competition against my crush.
Including, but not limited to; friends, strangers, people who anger me.
I think it's a good thing I have video games as an outlet.
Otherwise I'd be down a dark road.
Slam his head against the corner of the brick wall. Let all these people watch as his blood and brains drip down.
Place him in front of a mirror, and make him watch as you cut him, and kill him.
So many dark thoughts, and as I sit in the dark, myself, I grin at them.
I feel myself losing it though.
Snap his neck now, it's okay.
I always have this little voice in my head, that occasionally slips a few words through my lips.
But I can't let them know. I refuse to go.
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