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Black mold and leaks everywhere,
That’s actually a serious health concern that they need to address
I want you inside every crevice of The Carver, Doctor. Leave no mental stone unturned. And do so by any and all means necessary, worrying not of the consequences.”
I made a conscious decision never to fear a human being, or what they can potentially do to me, again.
The fact that he’s hazardous to the lives of the other inmates here, well… That’s not something I feel compelled to care about.
Lmao… alright. Why I kinda wanna say period ?😭
Bipolar mother.
INTERESTING detail. Unmediated I’m guessing
I didn’t want them scared… And I definitely didn’t want them to be mad at me for killing them. It would defeat the purpose. I wanted to keep them happy. Keep them with me.
The fact that he blames everyone for his circumstances makes my eye twitch. I’m not saying I’m the picture of stability or anything. Clearly, I have my own issues. But one thing you won’t ever find me doing is blaming other people for what I’ve done. Whether or not they deserved it isn’t the point. That shit was all me,
Leaning up against the wall, I listen closely to the baked potato formerly known as Kieran O’Malley.
“You need to lighten up, babe.” I prop my head on the wall with a grin. “You’re in here for good, just like the rest of us. Haven’t you realized, the more you struggle, the worse it gets?”
“My ex-boyfriend, Isaac, he used to pretend he wasn’t gay. He swore up and down he didn’t like me watching him, but I know he did.” I scoff at the memory. “Such a tease.”
How is this the ONE area of your life that you have zero self awareness in?
get off your goddamn high horse. You’re a monster, just like me.”
I listen while O’Malley cries. “Shh… It’s okay, Kieran. Your brother is dead, that’s all that matters. And it’s your fucking fault.” His sobs turn hysterical. My lips quirk.
You’re such a fucking dick 😭💀
Is he not impressed by me? Am I not all he thought I’d be? Shifting from foot to foot, I wonder if I should act more like a serial killer. Should I start screaming and hollering, like O’Malley? Should I lunge at him and try to bite him?
NO.
His eyes fling to mine once more. Just briefly. A split second before they fall back to the file in his hands. But it was enough to make my stomach jump while I squirm inside of my straitjacket.
Crazy bar
The thought that I’ve only been locked up for about six months, and I still have the rest of my life to go, is enough to drive me completely bonkers if I let it.
I bet
I enjoy being a high-profile inmate.
Beneficial Brainwashing by Dr. Melvin Strange. I smirk at the name… Turning to face him, I state with confidence, “I’ll take this one.”
Oh I’m SO excited for him to read that. Also I NEED to know more about what’s written in there…
I’d say he’s in his early thirties.
Damn, not him being like a decade older than you
Just as my fingertips are sneaking toward his wrist, he lets go of my hand
You have zero chill
I have a book in my hands, and I’m straitjacket-free.
Period
Today’s experiment is visual stimulation.”
I have a feeling a boner is in the near future….
“I… I’m not cuffed,” I stammer. Like a total moron, because why would I ever remind someone to handcuff me?!
Dr. Love glares at me for a moment, eyes narrowed, as if he’s impressed by my words and it irritates him. I sit back on the couch. “Didn’t expect that kind of self-awareness, did you, Doc?”
You cannot be fixed.”
“We are going to learn from you, Felix Darcey. Take pride in that, because it’s all you have left to offer.”
Well damn. Read him
It’s offensive, and kind of dehumanizing. But at the same time, I can’t help the ease that’s washing over me. You cannot be fixed.
I enjoy being the one to control the noise, blasting music when I’m in the car, when I’m working out. The loudness fills my ears, working into my brain to distract me from my endless thoughts.
Relatable
enchanting, in a dreary sort of way.
Learning is my primary hobby.
Being cut off from the rest of the world is something that changes the way you think and feel about your existence, bringing with it a certain level of narcissism. Things like repercussions might fade into the background as you question what it all means.
Quarantine summer
I’m lucky if I’m able to catch four hours at night. But even so, I manage to wake up refreshed and ready to go. I wonder why…
Are you a vampire?
manic depressive, and antisocial personality disorder.
What a cocktail
they’re getting used to what I need from them, which is to blindly follow my orders.
“I had a crush on him. And I know he wanted me back… But he wouldn’t admit it, like the stubborn bitch he is.”
I don’t have that switch in my brain that triggers humiliation, especially second-hand.
Damn, must be nice
I used it as an opportunity to rediscover my childhood hobby. Stalking.
He spent so much time in the gym; it was like his second home. Or maybe his first home, since he didn’t even technically have a home.
Cameron should’ve been mine, and because he left, I was stuck forever searching for someone to take his place.
I hope he comes back
I kissed him deeper, grinding myself against him, my left hand sliding down his chiseled frame, reaching for the erection that wasn’t there. “Be real…” I growled,
Wait a damn minute…. You’re not… he’s not gonna…. No….
If Emmanuel the Gorgeous wanted to stay with me and let me buy things for him, I was totally fine with it.
“Why did you resist it??” I asked him, standing up on shaky legs. “You should have just let me love you!”
At long last… The Carver was born.
This could get weird.
“To keep someone is to control them.”
That is such an interesting take…
“Infatuation is not love. Just because you want to control someone, that doesn’t mean you’re in love with them.” “It doesn’t??” I gasp sarcastically. “Oh, deary me! How will I go on?!”
🤣🤣🤣
was there any sexual gratification?”
Oh god…..
someone would have to be exceptionally stupid to let you anywhere near their dick.”
I wonder what else the lovely doctor would give me if I asked nice enough…
“I guess psychopaths recognize their own…” I mumble at him, then glare at Johansson.
not having any friends is really nothing new for me. In fact, I prefer it that way.
I call bullshit
