twisted, psychotic, disturbed, sick . . . they dont even begin to describe you
"a novelty and a"
"a novelty and a"
"a novelty and a"
"a novelty and a"
"a novelty and a"
my mind kept reading these four words over and over again. they were the only things I could focus on. all of my energy expended on reading the words "a novelty and a"
otherwise I would have begun to cry and hyperventilate and scream and run out
I wanted to move. I wanted to run or hide or punch something
but all of my energy remained on "a novelty and a"
it was physically painful to just sit there. it took me at least ten minutes to move at all. then, in the last five minutes I couldnt help but look at my phone every dozen seconds in hopes that the clock would move faster, and I could finally escape that room and my thoughts and what had been said and what had happened
it was torture just sitting there. the words, and the motives for the words tearing me apart
I was screaming so loudly on the inside that it seemed as if everyone must have been able to see my rage
but how could they? I was controlling my breathing, I was holding back the tears, I was suppressing violent urges, and I couldnt get a single muscle in my body to move
. . . "a novelty and a"
I'm tired of you being a psychotic, asshole, mother fuckin', douche bag!
vaffanculo!
YOU WILL NEVER HURT ME AGAIN!
"a novelty and a"
"a novelty and a"
"a novelty and a"
"a novelty and a"
my mind kept reading these four words over and over again. they were the only things I could focus on. all of my energy expended on reading the words "a novelty and a"
otherwise I would have begun to cry and hyperventilate and scream and run out
I wanted to move. I wanted to run or hide or punch something
but all of my energy remained on "a novelty and a"
it was physically painful to just sit there. it took me at least ten minutes to move at all. then, in the last five minutes I couldnt help but look at my phone every dozen seconds in hopes that the clock would move faster, and I could finally escape that room and my thoughts and what had been said and what had happened
it was torture just sitting there. the words, and the motives for the words tearing me apart
I was screaming so loudly on the inside that it seemed as if everyone must have been able to see my rage
but how could they? I was controlling my breathing, I was holding back the tears, I was suppressing violent urges, and I couldnt get a single muscle in my body to move
. . . "a novelty and a"
I'm tired of you being a psychotic, asshole, mother fuckin', douche bag!
vaffanculo!
YOU WILL NEVER HURT ME AGAIN!