Last night, something in me snapped.
I went picking fights with anyone I could, until Kenny put me on the clock, and I did the door until we shut it down.
I went to the store after the bar, got Jami and Jerry some food, came home, ate, played PS3, and went to bed.
The whole time my body wanting to break something.
I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep until I got to hurt something, so I sat there and faked sleep. You'd be surprised what you learn about the people you trust when you're not really asleep.
I've grown to trust very few people, and that circle is shrinking. It's especially bad when someone with a Hero Complex stops wanting to save the day. Stops wanting to help people. When people become his very bane of existence.
Looking at humans is starting to pain me. It starts to annoy most when they are human in action and thought.
This song reflects something...don't know if it is my mood, or just the overall sound is an anthem for me to start loading my brand new .45 Para-Ordinance pistol, but it is here.
"Wreath Of Barbs" by Wumpscut
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