I’m angry and anxious 24/7. I think about killing people all the time. Usually the homeless; no one would miss them in their absence. Sometimes children–isn’t the world overpopulated enough? I hate what I’ve become. Even my cat isn’t safe. I feel like I’m losing my soul to madness.
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So I’m not the only one who gets like that? Well, not that it’s a good thing, but y’know. When it comes to killing, I’m just like bullets: I don’t discriminate. You get in my way, you can suck my lead. Begging for mercy? Let’s see what “bayonetta” has to say about that. This is all in my head of course, it’d be contradictory of me to enact the very thing I swore to dispel, but the thoughts are still there regardless. I attribute it to my self-destructive behaviour which appears to be taking an ever increasing hold over me. You could make children take a “dirt nap” in Fallout 2, but your karma just went *poof* right out the irradiated window. I think this is also true with real life. Unless they were like a child of the corn or demon spawn.
Don’t entertain these thoughts, let them take there course in your mind and carry on with your day. You’ll forget about it soon enough and be on your way. I usually think up impossible scenarios like I’ve levelled an entire city block when suddenly fuckin’ Cthulhu comes out of nowhere and roflsquashes me. That snaps me out of it everytime.
Fuckin’ Cthulhu…
Roflsquashes me???? First time I have heard that expression…..interesting. I learned something new today and it had nothing to do with my statistics class!! Lol
Please don’t entertain these thoughts of yours…..I would miss the homeless.
It’s basically to denote the fact that said individual eliminated me with ease, as if to say they were laughing about how easy it was to get rid of me. Hence “roflsquash.”
I also concur that I would miss the homeless and their mimmy-soaked pants. The look on people’s faces as they walk past and *sniff-sniff* “omg wtf wow such smell very stink” is priceless. But I always flick them a couple bucks or a coffee or any spare food I’ve got. I sympathise with them, as I’d most likely be in the same situation were it not for my pension.
Lol. I was homeless for a time in Florida so I definitely understand what it is like being on the streets. It was a learning experience for me and something I treasure because it humbled me even more about homeless people. Though you still had your runofthemill cons squatting around and I learned that it is best to know your friends and keep your enemies closer. I could have went back to NJ but I chosed to be homeless at that time because I didn’t wanna go back home to live with my mother. We wasn’t getting along at that time.