I've gotten to a point where I don't know what I am anymore. I constantly feel like I'm on the verge of breaking down. I feel like I'm going crazy and if my mind is an ocean, my thoughts are a tsunami. I can't sleep. I can't concentrate. I can't even think straight. I am a mess. I'm coming apart at the seams and it scares me.
dialogue prompt. "So what's you escape plan, then?" John said, fully expecting a detailed answer. "I don't...have one." "What?" He nearly spat out his tea. "You heard me, John! There is no plan! I'm going to go up there, and I am going to take him down. And he is going to kill me. I suggest you come to terms with that." There was a long silence. Then, "No."
Oh my god I just need to find someone as obsessed with death and serial killers as I am and we can have the day there together. I hate museums but this seems amazing. Fuck you bitch who left me and now doesn't get to enjoy his with me. Fuck fuck fuck.