I think I'm going Fucking Insane. Fucking insane.

A good apology
must have an explanation to
reason the chain of events that has concurred.

Of course, it would not be polite
to demand an explanation from someone who is apologising,
That would not be right.

You could always hint and try subtle measures to
get an explanation,
but apologising without explaining your chain of actions,
just does not show much sincerity behind your apology.
That would be bull shit.
Bull Shit,
you hear?

You're just perplexing me even more.

I've decided to forsake all that is immaterial
and embrace all things material.

Morals, manners,
what good are they?
To restrict you,
when you stand in the corner,
not voicing out for fear of a crease in
a society that is so full of creases.
Hoping that by remaining straight would
enable he rest of the world to notice that there is hope,
for this moral fabric of our society.

Only, thing is, the creases are so numerous that no one
would give a damn if there is a portion that is flat.
It's just isn't worth it.

I don't know.
Not letting your emotions to reflect
does not mean that the person is emotionless.
It simply means that he has no want of any melodrama.

Screw you,
you think I don't feel?
That doesn't give you the right to chip away at me.
One day.
One day,
perhaps my fantasy will come true.

You would be in a choke hold,
back against the wall,
with no help.
You life held in the palm of one who you think is your inferior,
your eyes staring into mine.
Realising how hollow your life has been,
wasted on making mine a misery.
Because of that,
you have forgotten to live yourself,
and although I had less of a life then normal.
i have more of a life than you could ever have.
When you stare into my empty,
soul less
eyes,
realise that I have been conditioned,
turning from prey into predator.

And that I am prepared to be more ruthless than you ever were.
I am prepared to be more drastic,
for you have pushed me to breaking point.

I have snapped,
and I have signed a contract with Lucifer,
whilst you had tormented me for your own pleasure,
running to grace whenever you were exposed.
I am prepared to face whatever consequences that await me.
For I have no need to shame,
or to cower,
therefore I am prepared to repay you what I owe you.

Interesse tempus.
Interest with time.
Building up.

When the pressure of it all has finally taken its toll on me,
remember.
For these will be the last words you here,
before I snap clean enough to take the plunge.

After that, I would have nothing to fear.
Nothing to lose.
Only satisfaction.

Remember,
Its no far before I completely snap.
I'm already snapping.
You may not feel it,
or see it.

But underneath the visage of a smiling stranger,
could lie your greatest fear.
Remember.