Today is Good.

Crazed

Today, I looked God in the face and I told him, "Fuck you, bastard."

Yeah.

Today, I took a steak knife and ran it up and down my arms.

The blood flowed like a river.

It didn't hurt.

It felt good.

Today, I walked in on a man fucking my sister.

I still had that knife.

I chopped his dick off.

He screamed like a fricken ambulance siren.

Eyes popping out of sockets.

Blood everywhere.

On my clothes.

On my hands.

In my mouth.

It tasted like warm velvet cake.

I licked my fingers as my sister ran away.

She was sobbing.

The bitch.

I sat down and laughed.

Yeah.

Today is good.

I had fun.

But it's not over.

Not yet.

Oh no.

Today, I saw a girl from my class in a bookstore.

When she came out, I grabbed her.

Took her in my car.

Tied her up.

Gagged her.

Fucked her.

Fucked her again.

She tried to scream.

I hit her.

It felt extremely good.

I slapped her breasts.

Grabbed them.

Twisted the nipples till they bled.

Tears ran down her face.

I licked them up.

I whispered, "Be a good girl."

I repeated the process.

Three times.

Today is good.

But now, it's over.

I'm finished.

I took the knife.

My bloody, sweet knife.

It touches my neck.

I run it across.

Pressing in deep.

I can't breath.

I'm dizzy.

Blood flows onto my hands and down my sides.

I fall down.

Eyes close.

Goodbye.

Today was...

today....

Fuck.