My poetry of emotions at this time...
There's something in the way she kisses me, looks at me, holds me when I need to be held, that makes me feel she's always there, and that I want to kill her. I feel fucking trapped, like a baby cow stuck in a cage waiting to have his head crushed by one of those big hammers and turned into some veal parmesian shit. Everything I feared would go wrong has, everything I didn't want to happen has happened, and I fucking want out. Call me a White Supremist, but I fucking love Taco Bell. This is gay, you're all gay, fuck you, Sunny is a fucking jew.