I have had a rollercoaster of a day. I have felt amazing and worthless at the very same instant. it has felt as though the world was toying with my emotions and taking great pleasure in doing so.
I did actually kill a character maliciously in fiction. Snapped his neck – yup, It was good. I felt like Johnny Cash. I killed a man named Reno just to watch him die (on paper anyway) and I did it as a means of therapy.
Can’t kill people, at least I think I read that somewhere…
My last post felt more emo than
usual, so I thought to explain myself a bit, even though that isn’t easy to do. On second thought, I will simply say this:
Being a grown-up sucks and now that I have accepted that fact, I am over it.