That guy. I don't even know his name, but
It's so frustrating, that asshole. I just want to smash his face in. I want to watch him writhe on the ground, trying to find his footing. That'd be pretty satisfying.
Of course, if I did that things would get complicated. Too complicated. But it shouldn't be, should it? These were not the circumstances our emotions were designed for. Whenever I think of that idiot, this horrible rotting burns through every part of me. I don't know what to do with this, where I can take this rotting that I won't see everyday after this. This thing is
Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit
My hand stings, my head is pounding, not just from the accident. I mean, that hurts too, but not like this. Why?
I know why, I know i know i know. It's this lack. Lack is the word. There just isn't. I have half the pieces, but I'm locked away from the other half. Not a complete split, that's the worst part. I didn't lose all of it, but I lost every whole. All I have is parts.
But even that's not it. That's not even close. It's more like