Fuck, I have no idea how we’re going to fix this. But I don’t regret it. Is that wrong? It is, I know it is. But I can’t help it in this moment, the fact that I’ve taken someone’s life—completely this time. I should feel remorse, I should be breaking over the idea of what I’ve done. But I’m not. The only sobs falling from my mouth are the ones in response to my freedom. I’m fucking happy to be rid of him, ecstatic to never see his face or hear his lethal words or feel his vile touch again.
Its never wrong when its people like that
