Petrus,
I closed my eyes, feeling the hot water fall on my head and then my body, and I groaned.
I have been feeling angry since talking to that fucker today and for trying to restrain the urge to kill him; it has taken a toll on me.
I have imagined killing him a million times. I even imagined the way that I can achieve that, but I had to rein myself in order not to scare Natalie.
The fucker was challenging me for her; he thought that he can stand in front of me and imply that he had a chance with her.
I opened my eyes, gritting my teeth, then I punched the f*****g tiles, cracking them and hurting myself.
I looked down at my opened knuckles, feeling numb and dead to the feeling.
I can see the blood flowing and the drops falling to the floor and mixing with the water, but the pain di
