What does it say about me if the only time I feel consolation is when I imagine them dead?
Does that make me a wicked person if i'm too tired of fighting for myself that i want my adversaries to just save us all the time and drop dead? Is it so much worse if those adversaries were my parents? Would it be so wicked if those thoughts were for them and not the kid who tortures the local cat population?
Is it me or is there this specific spot in our chests that is specifically allocated to hurt when people you trust break that trust? This specific spot on the crown of my heart that hurts every time i think of how things should be and how they actually turn out...
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