I feel so angry sometimes, I wish I could simply pick up a rock and smash someone’s head in while yelling at the top of my lungs out of sheer rage, until their head is nothing but brain mush and goop and tiny fragments of skull remnant.
I often think of doing it to attractive people so they know what it’s like to be ugly, if even only for a moment before their head is completely ground beef, especially a Stacy.
I remember one time in school I got so damn angry from everyone laughing at me, I actually did pick up a rock in secret, I was so gonna do it to someone, take out at least one of them.
As I held the rock my hands shook from the sheer rage I was feeling. But I know I’d only make my life worse so I dropped it. Luckily no one saw.
I often think of doing it to attractive people so they know what it’s like to be ugly, if even only for a moment before their head is completely ground beef, especially a Stacy.
I remember one time in school I got so damn angry from everyone laughing at me, I actually did pick up a rock in secret, I was so gonna do it to someone, take out at least one of them.
As I held the rock my hands shook from the sheer rage I was feeling. But I know I’d only make my life worse so I dropped it. Luckily no one saw.
