Sometimes i think about what a blade might feel like against my skin, will it be prickly or ticklish or painful..
Sometimes i think about what it’d be like to smash my car into the divider, will the glass fly in slow motion, will my life flash before my eyes, or will it be sudden darkness..
Sometimes i think about ways to suffocate people because i wonder how long it takes a person to die..
Sometimes i think about whether i should kill my dog by poisoning because he’s really annoying..
Sometimes i wonder if i can keep being nice because its easier to be mean..
Sometime i wonder about the blood patterns if i stab someone:
- with a sharp knife
- with a jagged knife
- with a crude knife
..will it look like CSI..
Sometimes i wonder if i should play with people’s feelings, sincerity is undervalued and sometimes just not worth it..
Sometimes i wonder if i will really find out who i am.