So once again, sleep is both my seducer and my tormentor. Tempting me with the taste of an eternal requiem for a lullaby but sapping my strength to fall into that eternal requiem, as well. What a cruel mistress she is.
Heh, it’s gotten to the point I even realize that the words, “Happy Mother’s Day” from my mouth might as well be “I hate you and go die!” My mother even saw this hidden tab while I was signing my great-grandmother’s card… I really am an awful person…
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Zetsumei, My buddy i don’t know what to say? Only one word comes to mind, ANGER Management!
That’s two words, Rocketman… Besides, the only family member I might enjoy killing is my father. The rest I know that even if I don’t kill them physically, they will still die spiritually… Hell, I even know that person whom I hate the most is myself. For all of my sins and for everything I’ve destroyed out of hatred or possibly fear.
I am not sure that I’m following you. How is you saying “Happy Mother’s Day” like saying “I hate you and go die!”? Is it because you actually hate her?
I’m saying that I’m so apathetic, so dead inside that I might as well be saying something awful to her. I don’t know if I hate anyone but myself to be honest. Sure I dislike the fact stupid warmongers like Trump and Jong-Un are allowed to gain power but that is just something that can’t be changed.
Maybe I just want to leave this hypocritical plane of existence and hope that once I die, my conscious will also cease to exist.