| Noose... |
Somebody kill me...
It would make everything so much easier for the rest of you...
"You have the stride of a king..."
I have power. I can practically order people around, and they usually do what I say. However, there is always the exceptional rebel that stands up to me just to make a point, but they always end up obeying me in the end.
I can control others without a second thought. Not that I want to; just that I can.
Pity that the only one I can't control is myself. I am starting to work on this now. I make my stand against myself now. I want to be better now. I will be better. I am the king of the fucking jungle, and now I am ready to act like it.
I started to eat meat again last night. Not because I couldn't hold off, but because I needed it. I needed the taste; I needed the blood. Didn't bother to cook it. Didn't have time. Thank you deer, for sacrificing your meat so that I may thrive...
My father might be dying...
These things happen...
I just have to deal with it and move on...
Don't pity me...
You'll make me weak...
When Everything Was Ugly... - And Ugly It Remains...