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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.
I'm not a hero though. I don't pretend to be something I'm not. I also don't see the need or pleasure in categorizing myself. Many people see me as the villain. And to that I say… then I'll be the fucking villain.
Like her colleague, she's almost completely void of emotion. I suppose dealing with lunatics on a daily basis will do that to you.
"We all wish to be successful and happy, but life doesn't always go according to plan. Sometimes you can't save everyone. You can't save me."
"You continue to be correct," I snap, feeling like Johnny Depp on the stand, a highlight I followed to distract me from my everyday life before it burned down in flames.
You can dress up a trash can in a ballgown, but at the end of the day, it's still a fucking trash can.
We're in Hell. There's no Heaven here.
"I have these ugly ass scars that I can't stand to look at. Even if I got surgery, it would never hide them fully. So, I figured maybe a tattoo would disguise it. Or at least, distract me when I have to look at them."
Grey grins at me, leaning down to kiss my cheek, whispering into my ear. "Oh, I'm full of trouble, little killer. The best kind."
"You taste like heaven and hell all in one,"
But what is normal anyway? It's just a setting on a washing machine.
At the end of the day, I should be allowed to be happy and I think I am.
God. I have some balls on me today. Who knew that having someone balls deep in you would make you grow your own?
