The Devil made me write it

My evil persona came out to play. Not without the help of some fucked up people I unfortunately had the dishonor of knowing.

I've been feeling extremely evil these coupla days and I don't know why. Bitchy, unhappy, grouchy, and just plain nasty. I wanna see bad shit happen and then laugh about it over a glass of infected blood.

I feel like Lucifer's bride.

I have so much negative vibes I wanna bash everyone's heads in just to see the mix of blood, broken bones and flesh. Something pretty in exchange for all these lousy humans I'm forced to live with at least.

Was gonna write a list of evil things I've done this week but deleted it because I don't think anyone would understand without first judging me. And I really do not have the time for that.

Too many things piss me off and trust you me, it does nobody any fucking good to tell me to take things easy. If I could, I would you daft twit.

Some mouths just open too much and too quickly.

I'm sick of all the high and mighty attitude I've been getting from someone. Don't tell me what to do or how to feel, you piece of shit, until you've walked a mile in my fuckin' shoes.

Some people should have that hole in their face permanently and surgically sealed. Nothing good ever comes out of it anyways. Some mouths are only good for blowjobs and I hope they can just stick to that instead. Then at least someone would feel good.

I don't know why I hate that person so much right now. But hell, I hate everybody right now.

I wish I'm on an island where there are only nice people and animals. We'd go hunting in the rest of the outside world and feast on all the nasty and horrible human beings. We could really live a long time on that.

PS: If you wanna tell me I'm crude and blah blah, take a queue number and jump off the cliff of FuckYou. I'd gladly set your carcass on fire after I've filed my nails.

PPS: On another note, shitloads of old entries coming up. Check back.