Some people get suicidal. I get Homocidal.

Well last night was a complete and utter fiasco.

I went into the lounge in one of my "Lets kill everyone, watch the blood flow and paint the walls with their guts" moods. Fortunately I didn't do that. Hurt Teena by destroying the bottle she was drinking, getting glass in her hands. She punched me in the jaw for that one. What very little restraint (and the fact that she was an Author) I had prevented me from really going at her. I really did want to rip her wings off though.

Bad thoughts.

Bad, bad, bad thoughts.

It would have felt good.

I really need to go and kill something. A lot of somethings. Messily. With much blood and guts and screaming. Lots of screaming. Would have felt good to hear the screaming.

Maybe Just... I don't know.

Been feeling odd for a bit.

Hrmm...