Morbid piece of shit
Disfiguring mankind with your existence
Abominable disgusting creature
You will become my feast
Devour the Ignorant
I'm pretty sure this is the third day I've woken up vomiting and with major stomach cramps, not to mention I'm tired all of the time and surprisingly moody as f**k.
It is taking me a lot more than it usually would to keep my mouth shut and refrain from abusing Kate, Justin or Darcy back, though every now and then I would let a smartass reply slide and I'd be rewarded with a slap or some type of violent attack.
Looking at the puddle of spew that accidentally made its way onto Darcy's bedroom floor due to not making it to the toilet on time, I thank God Darcy still isn't here and also hope his search for my parents is still unfruitful.
Peering out
