Darling, I Love You.

But you know, with that love. Comes a price.
So, you'd forgive me if I were to feel absolutely
compelled to strangle you senseless, when your
foolishness so saturates your every fibre.

And you know, it's days like these when I get overly
anal retentive. So much so that my hands start shaking,
the music starts blaring and I start foaming at the mouth.

It's because of the people, the people, twisted and warped.

It's because of hidden agendas.

And, it's because of a lack of a plausible reasons, to.

Don't people sacrifice, so that they can be called a martyr?
Why do people carry on wasting their time? It's times like
these when I wish there weren't laws against violence used
on another human being.

But then despite my worst and most twisted fantasies of beating
shit heads like you senseless, I don't advocate the use of violence.

Maybe I should start considering employing hitmen.
Afterall, violence is only a very profound expression of
love, isn't it?

If I never loved you, would I even bother crossing the
law to hit you?
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I'm going to CityLink Mall later on, though.
Interview for some volunteer outfit to help out
with problem kids or summat at my primary school.


The interview's going to be held at TCC though.


Fucking hell, I do hope I'm not expected to pay.