DIARY OF A PSYCHOPATH

d sickening nostalgia. but I had done a perfect job of drowning my

t are awfully hideous. Needless to say, my paintings are a masterpiece. They depict relatable perfection and flaws all together. My popular art

ing effect of

rings me even the slightest pleasure. The idea that a house makes you safe. Wholeness is more of a myth to me. I switc

ut a real estate seminar. A simple blurt of how I desire to own a few extra condo's and I'm greeted with a private invite to some fan

eup a little neutral, my dark hair resting softly on my lower back. Damn sure my dark boots steal the s

. I take elegant walks towards the entrance. Greeted by stand

ffluences hung around in clusters. (More like a bee hive if you'd ask me). After a few hand gestures and mental calculations, I f

e

churns at the long epistles before me. It really never gets old. I wasn't going to allow such flimsy nuisance ruin my already deflated mood.

from it. I take a quick pause. Scanning his exteriors with my keen eyes

my head as I happen to be much fixated on his beaut

y breathtaking image of a man. My vision

ghts of many ways to worship his chiseled contours. I swear I could watch his heart race twice faster ... the

t job of eye fucking him to stupor. Taking him near Jupiter in a matter of seconds. I am soon j

ok unfazed. Flipping it open to discover a

onna fall pregnant at yo

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on the table. Stylishly accessing him from my corner eye. His stern sta

yes. Trying hard to dismiss the smile on the corner of my

n." I brush off my uneasiness but was soon to be kicke

imagined him worshiping at my altar. Knees bent, head deep inside my temple. Offering well accepted sacrifice.

clear words from behind me. '"Don't do that." My brows tug togethe

yes drop to my lips which was now curled up with a look of disgust. But I found myself unable to

til I am able to catch my breath. "Pick up a better line Mr. Xavier. You fare

nse from me. "Don't you have somewhere else to be?". I scoffed.

lf forward. "You'

wanting to drop to my knees begging f

cked inside the another. "Really? And that would be?" he q

chance to defend himself. "Oh, guess what? Your flatter yourself too much. You're not that good.". A look of

take my leave as fast as I could. Unable to

y sculptured body. Allowing a rare peak of his inviting chest. I hated his devilish smirk before I turn

d to demand that he begs for my attention. Which I'd gladly grant

by my sudden attention to de

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e her

my legs. If only I could show her just how much closer, she's become to stepping on my dark side. How desperately I try to t

ll of strength to hold back the urge to slam her against the wall, marking my fingerprint up her thighs. I tak

e floor. With each moment, I flickered the tip of my wristwatch, interchanging with my thumb gently brushing again

ike an hour but it'd be too late to catch up with her. I he

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