Date = 13 April
A week filled with frustration.
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)
I feel rather caged in.
POV – Enrique
Feelings. Real, f*****g, ugly feelings. The kind that crawl under your skin like fire ants and decide to build condos in your chest cavity.
Frustrated. Angry. c****d-up. Horny. Agitated. Lost. Confused. On the edge.
Basically, I feel like my soul is PMSing.
And it’s been like this for days. A festering tornado of emotions I can’t swat away. I know exactly what’s wrong with me. But hell forbid I say the words. The three demonic syllables that shall not be named.
But I think I feel them. Hell, I feel something.
Could be … love.
There, I mentally said it.
Still not saying it out loud though. I’d rather eat nails.
And as if I needed a little more rage sprinkled on
