Not so perfect day

My feet are starting to hurt.

Why the hell did I do this?


God, I think my heart is going to explode.

How much longer must I endure this pain?


Fuck this, I want to quit.

When did I start this torturous journey?


I want to go home and ignore everyone.

Who was at the top again?


I don't get paid enough to do this.

What was the purpose of me coming?


Finally, the top is within reach.

I won't drown in my own tears anymore.

She will be at home with God.


I don't know why.

Something just came over me.

Maybe she came at me.


She was a bitch anyways.

Nobody loved her.

I helped get rid of the stupid people.


She was Ignoring me yet again.

I just couldn't take it.

I had to do something.


The knife, gun, and rope appeared out of nowhere.

And she just happened to be in the perfect spot.

The perfect spot to kill her.


Her coffin looks nice.

Why can't I go home?


She looks like an angel.

When did you say I could go home?


I'm so sorry for your loss.

What was she like again?


I think someones calling my name.

I hope it's the guards to take me back to prison!

At least that place doesn't have stupid people running around.  


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