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What a good fucking girl you are. Spread these pages while you spread your legs. Let all the unhinged, depraved darkness out.
Sometimes you need to cut ties with people… And sometimes those ties are arteries.
What I have learned though is the world is not black and white despite the ignorant, naïve fuckers who live by that philosophy. No, it's many shades of fucked up – and I've been in the grey for a long time.
Many people see me as the villain. And to that I say… then I'll be the fucking villain.
I don't think people realize just how strong your bond is with your favorite, chosen person. And to lose them, it's something you never recover from.
The days drag on, and I'm used to the routine, but profoundly wishing for death some days. Not suicide — just an end to my miserable existence.
Obviously I'm anxious. If you looked up the word in the dictionary, there's probably a picture of me next to the meaning.
I hear her choke back words, fighting with the devil on her shoulder. But the devil on her shoulder isn't as strong as the one between her legs.
"Oh, God," she mutters breathlessly. "Fuck. Oh, God." "I'm your God now, little killer. And I'm your fucking Devil too."
People always fall into one of two categories. Either they fear me, or they fear me but want me to notice them.
"If you sense yourself getting reckless, it's a sign that you should re-evaluate your surroundings."
I mean, I wouldn't call this a normal life. But what is normal anyway? It's just a setting on a washing machine.
There's no point sugar coating it — I'm not a donut here to please anyone.
If you put us side by side, she's a fallen angel and I'm the monster lurking in the shadows.
Maybe she's not a fallen angel after all, because she's tempting me like a snake with an apple.
God. I have some balls on me today. Who knew that having someone balls deep in you would make you grow your own?
"They don't get your pain. Don't you dare let them.
This is why people need to realize actions have consequences. You can't always predict the damage that will occur. Which is why every single move you make needs to be calculated, planned — know every possible ending.
