DIARY OF A PSYCHOPATH

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your little inqui

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snack. As we unravel the truths of what

one thing

decide what 'we conc

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ubject myself to the fut

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gether. Maybe leave behind a few truths, compose a twisted story of ma

is as normal

enough. It isn't. While watching my life unfold. Taking

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while to settle in after I board my flight. I take my sit beside a stern looking woman. Tightlipped. Reading through her book like it holds the

appreciate

try its best to elude my heart. Wiping the smug smile a

n mixed with a dash of anxiety spurns within. It had been a while since panic attacks came knocking at my door. It doesn't seem mu

ome point. Unable to open up about my struggles till there was nothing left; A never-ending numbness. There

need is someone who's broken the root of their core. Someone who

to my fire

ay. I could remember the first rose I picked out at our little garden. Mother's warm embrace shielding me from the harsh realities

come to an end

ent she fell apart. A complete stranger staring

the loud muttering of other passengers locating their seats. I fight back

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s around me. Like my cosmos fighting against e

I was never meant to be here. Elegantly hung decorations surrounding the room as I stare around. faintly recalling some old faces from mother's fu

they call it; "A s

opping to assess my rather agile looking father. A rather blissful looking sm

call even the faintest m

llway, watching as our spacious living room gradually emptied out. A heaved sigh of relief escapes

a nick of time. Hyper realistic memories of her knocking at my door flashes before me. Her fondest memories while she put

the door jilts me

faint voice as if reaching out me. My stunning face

ngling air amidst us. The piercing silence engulfing the room curled up my nerves. Ups

onsi

t's been a while... Dad." After what seemed like long minutes, he reached ou

esent environment. A few exchanged glances from extended families to which I reciprocated a befitting scorn. I take a fast peek at the wal

new one

ed it

laughter surrounding the room like we were one happy family. Nervous s

waiting to strike. At least for me. "A few more hours..." I m

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day break. It takes less than a second to jump out of bed, arrange and get prepared to l

ng fumes of memory lane. A deep breath and I grab my key

ing family. Telling all sort of sappy emotions but I could read between the deceptiven

My voice sounding rather abruptly fol

Sweet aunt Catherine trying to act all caring. Desperate for points from father. I couldn't care

scorched soul. I spent the entire journey reminiscing within myself. Scattered thought

se of relaxation. Not strange yet unexpected. Rollercoasters of the past few d

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