Snap his neck.

The confessional beckons me, but I don't want to tell them what happened.

I don't want them to be in trouble.

You don't care.

Why would you we barely know each other.

The storm will result in a winter.

I wish the moon would talk to me.

I want to know it's secrets.

I'm different.

Do I like how it hurts?

Abusive

Apathy

Animosity

Acceptance

you wouldn't have the heart anyway...