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The key to acting like you had a dick was being a dick. I didn’t make the rules.
Education had never taught me how not to be a monster.
I’ll show him just how pretty and privileged I can be when I eat his eyeballs from his head with a silver spoon. I growled with disgust.
They would bring me flowers and tell me I was being cute when I killed someone.
And when they razed the world to the ground for me, I’d compliment them on their technique. Was that too much to ask for?
My new friend 100 percent suffered from a personality disorder.
“Why did I befriend you? Keeping you alive is going to be impossible.”
Of course. The guy who murders people likes me.
“Because you have the brain capacity of a dead ant.”
“I’m trying to enjoy my coma and you’re ruining my peace.”
His ability to detect sarcasm was truly impressive.
Ripped out my own heart and quickly ate it before I died? Or would that just make me ascend to the throne?
Real horror was what you did to others, that you had to live with yourself.
My recent descent into madness had come out of the blue and was completely unexpected. Just kidding.
