What Are You Supposed to Feel
When someone you hate dies? I've wished her dead so many times, and I've wished her hurt and maimed and crying.
I never thought that she would actually die.
At first it was like a bad dream that you wake up from. Things are going so badly, and then, without a big build up, or some intense finale where everything comes to a point, without that, just as things are going along, bad, getting worse, but not anything worth noting, it ends, and everything looks different. Because that nightmare is over, and it's just life again, and everything... everything is okay.
Now I'm not sure if things are still okay. I'm not sure anymore how I feel about everything. At first there were no emotions to feel, and now there are. Now there's something I'm feeling. I have no idea what the fuck it is. I'm alone here, and I'm not sure how well that's going.
I'm glad she's dead. That bitch made my Princess suffer for so long.
I pity her. She was so pathetic and sad in the end. Twisted and suffering and really fucking sad.
I'm concerned for Princess, and Larry. I don't know how they're doing, and I hope it's alright, even though I don't really know what to expect now.
I'm going over to my Princess's place tonight. I'm glad of the company. I don't think I'm too fond of being alone right now.
I need a drink. And I'm hungry. I can hear a baby crying somewhere, and a dog barking. Maybe they're from the apartment downstairs. Probably. I hope they don't have a kid.
I'm going to go make myself something to eat.
I never thought that she would actually die.
At first it was like a bad dream that you wake up from. Things are going so badly, and then, without a big build up, or some intense finale where everything comes to a point, without that, just as things are going along, bad, getting worse, but not anything worth noting, it ends, and everything looks different. Because that nightmare is over, and it's just life again, and everything... everything is okay.
Now I'm not sure if things are still okay. I'm not sure anymore how I feel about everything. At first there were no emotions to feel, and now there are. Now there's something I'm feeling. I have no idea what the fuck it is. I'm alone here, and I'm not sure how well that's going.
I'm glad she's dead. That bitch made my Princess suffer for so long.
I pity her. She was so pathetic and sad in the end. Twisted and suffering and really fucking sad.
I'm concerned for Princess, and Larry. I don't know how they're doing, and I hope it's alright, even though I don't really know what to expect now.
I'm going over to my Princess's place tonight. I'm glad of the company. I don't think I'm too fond of being alone right now.
I need a drink. And I'm hungry. I can hear a baby crying somewhere, and a dog barking. Maybe they're from the apartment downstairs. Probably. I hope they don't have a kid.
I'm going to go make myself something to eat.