Mangelque

Being caught in a life that i sometimes hate or love to much it wasn't long before discovering my third source of survival apart from food and water was writing.....Writing became the thing to cure all form of pain.
It was the emotions that followed from simply writing myself into any better life than the one which I lived. 
The war inside of me grew, like a piece of weed not realizing it's destruction to the plants next to it.
Although being warned on numerous life lessons that this was only fueling the cold blooded war inside me ,  I continued slautering those I loved the most or so to say those who loved me while I was planning my next attack.