Sometimes its like all this... Shit for lack of a better word, it's really fucked up. There are things I still remember and that still bother me and things I can't seem to let go of and things that just make me want to take a gun and start shooting perpole, I'm that angry. And I know its not good or safe or whatever but truth is I don't quite care. I want someone to suffer. I want someone to bleed, like it sometimes feels like I stil am. Its not good and god, I know I should be getting over it but its not pain now, not really. it's all this anger and hatred and need for blood and internal organs and bones. I want to have my pint of blood as payment.
How the fuck does one get over that?
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