"My nightly bloodlust [has] overflowed into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip."
-Patrick Bateman, American Psycho
Lacey says...
I am so fucking sick of keeping it together. I am reaching that point where mania will take over and I will have an "episode." It's been a painfully long while since I've lost my mind.
Things will stop making sense. I will become emotion-- rage! Lots of rage!!! I'm sick of things being broken. And since I can't fix them, I will simply break more. Why not?
Imagine my mind is a ledge, lined with beautiful, crystal wine glasses. From afar a mysterious sniper is shooting them one by one. Complete silence and then BOOM! Shards fly and a once perfect glass is obliterated. It is a slow way to destroy a mind. I can't stand it. So instead of waiting for the sadistic sniper to finish his job, I would rather destroy the glasses all at once. Throwing them to the ground till it shimmers with the pieces of my sanity. At least I will have made the mess myself. And the destruction will be finished.
I need to fuck or fight. Or both. Yes yes, both. With blood, bruises, and broken bodies.
I need a victim.
Preferably not me.
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