my therapists says im a psychopath yet idk what they mean i force myself into a fake me faking emotions i dont feel forced to deal with peoples bullshit only talking to them gaining intel on them im only what people created a heartless monster watching there prey like a predator i am the one to fix ever wrong you creatures created you filthy filthy creatures
Music like this has helped me move on from so many toxic people family members in my life, that stuff was getting too bad. Praise god i dont have to deal with that shit anymore lol
I sympathetically gazed upon the grieving mother as she spoke. I had approached her home and she had invited me inside as if she had been waiting at the door. I listen to the mother recount the day she found her son dead. She went into horrific detail, explaining how a masked man snuck into the home through the downstairs window and strangled the adult son as he sat in the dark basement playing Call of Duty. "It was his favorite game." She recounted. I spoke. "Fortnite." She looked at me strangely. She asked. "Fortnite? What do you mean 'Fortnite?" I respond. "He wasn't playing Call of Duty. It was Fortnite."
“You’ve turned yourself into the villain.” I turned as I scoffed. I looked him in the eyes, eyes I had once trusted. “Me? Turn myself into the villain? No. You turned me into this. I gave you my trust and you discarded it like it was nothing. Treated me like I was nothing. Me turning myself into the villain- Ha! This is your fault, and now you’re going to watch everything you ever loved burn. You’re going to watch me discard your trust as you discarded mine.”
"Get out of my way" Black snaped, his golden armor shining. "I can't" Blood said, standing in the way. "You can't possibly be on his side?" Black gestured to the unholy beast behind Blood that was attempting to assassinate the King. Black began to panic *My king is in danger.* How could their best solider be on the wrong side? How could he be with the murder who's killed families for apparent reason but for sustenance? He can't be, he must remember how it killed Goat, a father, and innocent father! "H-he killed Goat!" Black protested "He's a murderer!" Blood sighed, "we're *all* Murderers." Black's head was filled with memories and guilt he'd pushed down so far. It was true, he too had blood on his talons. They *all* did. Blood an assassin, the king who personally executes, The Beast with stories to gruesome to be told, and him. The Killer of Royals.
