June 06, 2005

Sycaday, 18th Day of the End of Autumn

HATE! I HATE HATE HATE HATE those stupid, heethin, ugly Gods Damned VEK!

"Sit down" "None of your Bizniss"

BAH! I hate them and I want them dead dead dead. The smell, the feelings, all of it. I do not ramembar much abot the dreems but I no I want them stupid Veks dead. I no I HATE them. HATE HATE HATE.

I think I broke my nukals agin. Don't mattar. I had to do sumthing. Nybrylla told me to calm down. She is smart and I am dum so she must no the right thing to do. Her and Venice, they no the right thing to do, I listin to them.

I punched the wall. It did not hurt, but my hand is all bruzed up and swollin now. I do not no. I do not reelee care neethur. I wantid to crush sumone's face in. The anger in me... it was like fire.... it still is. I feel it burn and burn and burn. It hurts in my hed with the aking throbbing hurt. Fire burns my hed on the inside. Evary hart beet throbs me ther.

I wantid to kill that ugly man. Sallow, pale, rude little man. I no. I no why. I felt the hate all ovar him. He wuz gunna hurt my frends, I no it. But, Nybrylla told me to clam down. I coud not be calm with him ther. So I left. I left to my room. I hit the walls, then I jumped out the window and went and punched more walls. I coud not face them with that kind of rage on me.

I need to kill something.

My hed hurts me bad.

Balor help me, Melchior forgive me.

Posted by Tzoli at June 6, 2005 08:17 AM
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