Woke up with this fucking rage again. The kind that makes me want to shove my fist through a wall or drag someone into the bathroom and choke them against the tiles until they see the same black I do. This school is a cage for the already-dead, and I'm the ghost that haunts it. Everyone's so afraid of the dark until you show them what's really hiding in it.

Sometimes I think about what it would be like to pin someone down, not just to hurt them, but to feel their fucking heartbeat hammering against my chest. To have that kind of power over someone's fear. To make them need it. My dick gets hard just thinking about the terror in their eyes turning into something else. I've never even seen a pussy, but I know exactly what I'd do with one if I had it under me. I'd ruin it. I'd make it mine in every filthy, violent way this head dreams up. Anyone else get off on thoughts that would send a therapist running? Or am I the only real monster in this zoo?