Mask is slipping
Whenever I see my ex and her new boyfriend together I want to kill myself and everyone around me. Its amazing that nobody's noticed how insane I actually am, I'm looking at serial killers for an art project, I constantly joke about dark stuff and I can look at people who've been cleaved in two without flinching.
You'd think someone would either come over and make me feel better by just being there with me, or realise that I would happily kill them all as long as there were no consequences.
Hm. We'll see.