I’m getting irritated. When the hell was the last time I got to bust my knuckles against someones face? Or the last time someone tried gutting me? I’m getting complacent, and it’s annoying.
My insides are crawling, my skin feels like… it needs to be cut, ripped open, like my veins need to be bled out to let this… need escape. It’s not like some fleas cutting fetish, not like I’m so fragile I couldn’t take it. I need someone to come and try to destroy me before I lose my goddamn mind and break. At this rate I’m gonna end up picking a fight with some maggot, and we all know how gratifying that would be.