guiltguiltguilt

There's something evil in my head.
We think it's a memory. It's hard to say. Couldn't really be anything else. Whatever it is, it's something so dark, so destructive, that even I cannot bear to look at it. Given the terrible thoughts that pass through my head on a fairly regular basis, that's saying something.
Perhaps it's an evil act that I witnessed... a woman, a table, a spinning blade...
Or perhaps it's something that was done to me... body memories, paranoia, fear of being touched...
Or something... something I did... in my hands, on the floor, don't want to...
And someday I will track it down. I will face it. And I will kill it.