I was thinking today…about how I’d kill my ex.

I was sharpening pencils of all things when I began to think about it. I thought about how satisfying it would feel to dig a screw driver into their chest. The harder I pressed the pencil into the sharpener, the more I could feel the screwdriver (or maybe an ice pick) piercing their organs.

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Stabbing them would feel the same as l baking a cake while listening to Frank Sinatra.