there's something really twisted about the way my mind works...

granted, i expect more people's minds operate similarly...they just don't admit it.

let me explain. i want everyone to like me. everyone and their mothers. and not just like me, be passionately, deeply, madly in love with me. i want to make some one cry in agony over their desire. i want suicide attempts.

and i do not want to return this love. oh god, no.

i want that icy stare of collected cruel: so many years of admiration and adoration become one lip curled up and two eyes that glaze with their own superiority. t-rex's electric warrior will be my theme of un-emotion.

and (oh yes, there's more), once these sad individuals try to escape, then will i give them more hope then they ever thought they had....


to the one i never got: you're next.
to my latest experiment in toys: i wish i could say i regret it...
to the one that threw it all back at me: the same.