I've always been a vindictive person. I don't think that people who betray me, or anyone else for that matter, should simply get away with it. An eye for an eye they say and I can't express how much I'm looking forward to plucking their eyes out...
Rome is burning, he said, as he poured himself another drink. Yet here I am near deep in a river of self pity. Here it comes I thought another self-indulgent whiskey soaked oldtimer preaching about how fucking great everything was in the past. And how all us poor souls, born too late, missed out on everything worth living for. The worst part was that I agreed with him...
Here we are I thought at the edge of the world, where all of us are so desperate to feel something, anything, that we keep falling into each other and screwing ourselves till the end of our days...
