Thoughts of you dead.

This isn't directed towards anyone. I just felt like writing something.

Her thoughtless thoughts racing through this boggled mind of hers. No organization is welcomed, it's always easier finding things when it's dirty. Her lil' ole conscious has a sign pinned up on it's cubicle, written on it "Out of Order". It must have bounced when she decided not to care. That's what usually happens, you don't feel guilty after people have done such shitty things to you. You get revenge, you don't feel guilty. You seek to make someone jealous, you don't feel guilty. It's when you don't care anymore that life is easy.

The thoughts of you dead, there wasn't a conscious to tell her that what she did was probably wrong. But she didn't care, she did it anyways. There's too many thoughts circling this brilliant mind of hers to even think clear. It's why she did it. She went blind, her mind went blind, she didn't think. So she killed. Her hands are bruised, she's out of breath. Struggling not to let you get any air, it was a game. She won this game. You thought you could get the best of her, but you were wrong. She got the best of you.

The wire around your neck, left bruising. The poison in your blood stream, turned your blood as thick as oil. You were dead to her before she got her hands on you. The crying in her head, voices of people, people who loved and cared about you. There wasn't many, but there was still some. But guess what, she didn't care, she has no conscious. She laughs in the faces of such people. She's not crazy, not yet anyways. She just wanted revenge, needed revenge for what you did to her.

You got what you had coming to you.

OKAY!

My day was alright I guess. Nothing really important today. Parents finished putting in the windows on the front side of the house.