My hands are still shaking. The smell of the blood is so metalic, i can taste it in the back of my throat.
He shouldnt have been there.
It was all planned out, he shouldnt have fucking been there.
At this minute, every sound, every beat is an orchestra in my ears. The music seems to be playing ridiculasly fast, the screen's too bright. This is really hapening....
His body seems to be moving under my skin. His words are comming out of my mouth. The look on his face is staring at me. His stupid, suprised face.
This high is unreal. The world's blurring past. Its not slowing down. I'm speeding up.
The smell of bile has suddenly become evident to me. i didnt realise i'd been sick. I dont even remember the walk home. i couldnt tell you how long i've been writting this.
my clenched teeth are making my jaw hurt. Am i really admitting to this? Am i really telling this montrous secret to the world? i touch this symboled button and this is real.
No pretending, no going back.
No regrets...
