I remember getting on the bus after school last year and a freshman behind me had nudged me because apparently I was walking too slow (even though it was early & the bus wasn't going to move for ten minutes) and I said really quietly "Don't touch me" and he said something like "Then walk faster." After I'd sat down my thoughts were occupied with situations in which that guy would be seriously hurt (i.e hit by the bus, murdered at his apt, things of this nature). It didn't help that I didn't have such a high opinion of this person to begin with since I knew him beforehand. I still don't like seeing his face tbh
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· 8 years ago
Yeah but I get weird about it. I bare my teeth and start speaking in tongues. Or I speak to my wrist and say that "I've got eyes on the target"
Sometimes I plan out detailed ways to murder someone and I plan out all the ways I could send a message with it or get away with it or make it look like it didn't even happen he just ran away
I will pick your pencil up off the floor, but I have planned your murder 7 different ways and that doesn't include going back in time and convincing your mother to abort.
I call that hate fuel and it gets me through agrivating work days. Mostly they're about someone I know who joined military who I don't even fucking know outside we went to high school together and him mocking my life choices and I snap and throw him through a window while raising hell........
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