Showing posts with label Angry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Angry. Show all posts

20110924

Boring Weekend Extravaganza!

'Father' has me waiting and refining my research before I am officially allowed to start stabbing veins and beating schoolkids.

On one hand it gives me a chance to add a few more people to my already, dare I say, impressive list of potentials.

A few of them are simply because I actually would really enjoy getting to see them in person, steal their blood and raid their fridges.

Haha but on the other fucking hand.

I have been left all alone with nothing to do but to remain hidden within this dingy, cold attic with but a pile of wormy blankets, a pillow, and a holey sweater to keep me warm.

A rigged laptop my only source of entertainment.

While I do enjoy harassing people I actually have a fondness for on the internet.

It does tend to irk me when every single one of them fails to be online!!!!

I would go about annoying 'father' with another 'blank face' joke, but he seems to be rather pissed off today.

Heheheheh He must be going through His period.

Blah. 

I'm itching to jab some needles into peoples spines. Oooooh do I love that certain POP! sound it makes when it finally stabs through the cartilage. 

I admit I've always had an annoying dislike for being alone. Yet that's the predicament I always find myself in.

I need to acquire a life.

Perhaps with kids my age.

We can spend time together watching movies, playing videogames, then I can introduce them to their spleens!

Ahhh, I think I'd be a great friend.

I guess I'll go back to surfing through painful memories on the internet, maybe spiral into a small depression and see what it feels like to break a needle off in an artery.

One of the many perks of being a ragdoll in 'father's' grip.

Aaaaaaand remember kids, Keep spreading the chaos, let all anarchy loose like Hell!

If you do I'll be your best frieeeeeeend...

20110921

Do Not Disturb Me Folks I Bite

So damn tired. 


So. Fucking. Tired.


Had my worthless arse dragged out of my rather comfy pile of blankets just because I 'failed to deliver my report  on time'...


So what if I passed out yet again and missed deadline by a few hours?


WITH WHAT I AM DOING I SHOULDN'T BE BOTHERED BY SUCH PETTY PROCEDURES!!!!!

Slit. Cut. Slash.

Carved 'Do Not Disturb' upon his chest, broke both his middle fingers, then kicked him off the roof.

As you can see, I am very cranky if I'm woken up before I WANT to be woken up.

In other news, I GOT MY FUCKING REPORT IN.

They better be fucking happy, minus the bloodstains, (and countless f-bombs) I must say it was very detailed and enlightening.

I might have rambled on a tad about how I need gummy bears. But beside the point.

I NEED TO SLEEP GODDAMMIT!!!

Savvy? No?

Go fuck yourself.

I'm henceforth going to curl in a ball beneath my blankets in a futile attempt to escape the cold of this dank and dreary hell hole, and dream about all the many ways I'm going to kill you all.

You need me?

I'll be there.

But please.

DO NOT FUCKING DISTURB.