Dec 26, 2004 13:10
When i ask people what their dreams are, they often reply "I want to be famous" or "i want to be beautiful" or "I want to be a genius."
I want to be stronger, and faster, and better skilled with some sort of hand held weapon, so i can take on my dad and kick his ass. I hate him, and today was the absolute worst. I didn't put up my school directory and he forced me to hold that and another directory in mid air for over an hour. I hate him. While i was standing there my arms sore from his torture, and my mind reeling, i only wished he'd just throw something or hit me or give me an excuse so i could flip out! I just wanted to have an excuse to lose control! Burn dow the house, the building, fucking burn down Hanau I just needed one more thing...
I've talked to people who have dreams of being the unlikely hero...that's not me. I have a dark side, i do. and i know it's there all i need is an excuse just once let someone let loose on me and i swear heads will role at my feet. I don't usually like talking about my dark side, but what the hell i'm on a rant. While other's lay cozy in their beds, and dream about American Idol, my dreams are much darker...I run, with some sort of gun in my hands and i wait for something to move and when it does i blow it's brains out. No remorse. I don't know what i am in these dreams, a vampire slayer...shit i don't know. Most people who run in their dreams are being chased, they run away from whatever evil there may be. I run towards it...guns blazing.