Not in a good space. Actually quite a mess. Trying to hold the pieces together in between the pages of my colouring book. My heart's frozen with fear. Fear of saying something and the disgusting mess it could cause. And fear of what could happen if I don't. The worst could happen. And that can't be allowed. I know first hand the damage that that causes. I still live with the ever lasting consequences. I'll never heal from this hate and never be free of the fear.
I can barely contain the violence that boils beneath the surface.
Not in a good space and screaming inside my head "you stupid fucking idiots". The overwhelming anger nauseates me.
Deep breaths. Painful deaths. That's what they will all suffer if I even begin to think she's in danger. Every single ignorant one of them. I will burn them all alive. I promise.
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