DIARY OF A PSYCHOPATH

rt to realize that the world is quite flawed for the most part

ting the likes of me. One of the only rea

enius is bor

to grasp the simple understa

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hingness staring before me. The past week had been a marathon of paintings and drawings; an escape fro

neck moves in a quick rotation, responding to tiredness spreading across my body. But I was

un for a moment. Capturing a brief sense of beauty within bef

ery bit of emotions. The line where perfection meets anguish; pain but in a sweet melodramatic scenario

ich inflicts pain within. Yet a rare view of her from the side shows her never ending torment, sadn

gently brushes the edge of the painting, stopping to access my engraved trademark at

Slightly flinching at the blood pouring out of the incision. Making gentle steps toward the painting, I wave my hand towards t

muse; "Ate

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tainted apron aside. I take a quick shower, get dresse

he malty taste melt into my mouth before a half-naked masculine figure walks out of my master bedroom in

nds, press against my hips. To which my eyes roll in scorn. "Since when do we get all personal? Keep talkin

each other while staring at the same painting "so unoriginal..."which earned a perple

ure into my soul but I get it. I'm not dumb enough not t

ough I'd be damned if I don't miss his insatiable offerings. "You completed a painting, didn't you?" he whispers

.." I mumbled within myself. Before he drags m

om his lips. "you're not playing fair miss...". I bit my lower lips. My vision

. The slapping sounds of his cork against my graciously lubricated vagina sends me in ecst

ts which gets me slightly irritated. "What happened to your hand?". I ignore his question, placing his hands back on my

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sorry she was and why she couldn't make it. My stomach churns in irritation as I read her texts on rescheduling time and location. "they're all the same aren

oor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki". It wouldn't hurt to get a little more knowledge on real estate.

ch its tip. I walked towards the exit, packed a handful of sweets from the jar. My smug smile meets

g what my name is. Let m

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lds. A pleasu