Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Tonight's writing

Oh, I’m no innocent. I know what I did was wrong. Fucked up, you might say if you were Michelle Olander. I know that taking a baseball bat to someone’s possessions, stealing their cash, these are not good things. This is not the Miss Manners blueprint for good behavior. You may define this through a litany of terms, among them the word pathological.

I am 18 years old and I am a creature of glassy anger, of fragile hate. Duck when I shatter. Run when I explode.

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