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I lost control over myself.

Over my right mind.

I'm so blind.

Blinded by anger.

I pulled her blonde hair and threw her across the room, her back slamming against the kitchen counter.

Where is this strength even coming from?

Just from looking at me you'd think I was such a cute, decent human being, maybe even too nice If I say so myself.

I mean. I am.

I was to this point of breaking down.

Deep down I'm fighting all my demons and currently I let this one possess me.

Anger.

It's fucking over.

I kept stomping her with my shoes and kicking her in her belly once when I felt her husbands strong arms pulling me away saying stuff I didn't bother listening to.

Who gives a fuck about her anyway?

He is always humiliating and bringing his wife down. With bunch of insults on daily basis.

'She is pregnant!'

I just wanna see this bitch suffer. I want to murder her with my own two hands.

Behind my back. You lied to me. You piece of shit.

My eyes and ears don't lie.

I was stupid for trusting.

Not her trying to tear me apart from the love of my life by doing black magic.

So desperate. So jealous. So ugly.

What was she thinking? I wouldn't find out her going to that old woman and doing stuff?

I bit his hand to the point of bleeding.

Such a lovely scream he let, it made me aroused.

I took a nearby vase and slammed it right past his head, missing my shot.

These two trash human beings deserve nothing better than pain and solely death.

Blonde bitch crawled away from me in such fear wiping tears off her face.

I felt tingles just from looking at her.

Death. She deserves nothing better.

I'll be her karma!

They hurt me and acted towards me like I'm some kind of stinky rat.

Always hid food and all basic necessities from me. Human trash.

I smashed everything I could find to grab in front of me. The glasses I threw on her and across the room.

'Hey what was that noi-'

Door opened revealing my boyfriend, the love of my life. Mouth wide open, confusion and fear drawn on his face.

I hated seeing him like that.

I didn't want him to see me in my breakdown episode.

I didn't want him to see me as a threat or a bad person these people projected me as.

"Get the fuck out!" I screamed at him with tears in my eyes not knowing what else to do.

"Baby! Oh no, my baby..." He ran to me and hugged me so tightly.

What?

A hug?

Why?

He isn't mad?







"You didn't take your meds again"


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