I feel like a sick motherfucker.

I have bad thoughts. Very bad thoughts. Nasty fucked-up-in-the-head thoughts. So screwed up that I don't feel comfortable putting them here. Like the maybe-someone-would-want-to-put-me-away kind of sick.

I think them all the time. While I'm walking to class, while I'm in class, while I'm coming back from class... while I'm doing work, while I'm goofing off... while I'm on drugs, while I'm asleep...

...all the time.

But they're just thoughts. Right? I'm not responsible for what I think, only for what I do and say. No one can hold me accountable for what's in my head.

It's all safe in there.

~Halcyondream~

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