Picture unrelated. But it's a motherfucking badass Tibetan Mastiff. Pity they're so bloody expensive.
I mentioned a few times that I absolutely deplore hints and coy little actions. I honestly do, it never appealed to me, even as a joke.
Did you actually expect me to run around and laugh as sunbeams and rainbows shoot out of my fucking orifices? What kind of subhuman intelligence would allow you to think that that was a reasonable and 'fun' way to get to know one another? Did you expect me to catch your arm as you attempt to flee and never let go until you consented to obey me? Did you actually fucking think that it would cement an everlasting friendship between us?
Well, I'm terribly sorry to disappoint you. If that was what your twisted mind perceived as socialising, then I am grateful to know it because I want to be of no part in it. You can take your brilliant plans to another dimension and proceed to fuck yourself with a cactus.
Maybe you thought that it was all in good fun. How you might have chanced upon said conclusion baffled me, for I could only observe cruelty in your games. What next? I couldn't help but wonder. A race to see who could destroy the other's mind completely? Forgive me but if that is so, I must confess that you might seem far too poisonous for me to enjoy.
Yes, you might argue that you saw it differently. Perhaps you did. Perhaps you did not actually see me as I, awkwardly and somewhat desperately, tried to reach out and connect with another human being after so long. Perhaps your mind was occupied with more worldly matters and my efforts were not adequate enough to pierce through the iron veil of more important matters. Perhaps the fault lay wholly within me; being estranged from society for so long that I had forgotten how to interact. Perhaps.
But there is no denying that our eyes met and within that small time frame, I saw that the tinge of recognition spread through your face.You recognised me and I, you. Did you not like what you saw, I wonder. Was I so dementedly hideous that you knowingly chose to flee into the crowd, in hopes that your trail would be lost; intermingled with so many others'?
Or were you so similar to me; that you felt the same fear, the same chill up your spine, the same anxiety when a new person pops up?
But I am courageous enough, no, human enough to not insult a person so severely, so austerely, so... Blatantly. At the very least, I, the constant villain in all stories; would acknowledge a person's existence. I am not so vile to the point that I would utterly disregard a person's life.
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Author's note: Fuck me, what has she done now?
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