That's Why I Liked Him, I Think.

I Did Not Like This Feeling Of Having Feelings.

...my Conscience Has The Same Hard Reality As A Unicorn.

I Had Killed Our Careful Relationship By Driving My Tongue Through Its Heart And Pushing It Off A Cliff.

I Stood Up. It Was All Too Much. I Could Not Even Meet My Own Expectations, And To Be Asked To Deal With All Theirs Too Was Suffocating.

Killing Makes Me Feel Good.