Blood

I just got back my results, well, my report card today and I am NOT a happy camper. C'mon...gimme a break, it's not like I'm gonna fail forever unless you useless old hags stop nagging me in order for me to do my job nicely. I may not be a doctor (yet) but I can also work in literature, I love english and I love writing, and you people are robbing that away from me.

Changing topic, that doesn't matter to me knowing it'll be my LAST parent-teacher meeting, I found something quite interesting in the internet image search, check it out;

Whoever made this, is a genius!! It's time for brats to know we can just get rid of their asses if we were to know that they'd grow up to be brats. I know I would. But then again it'll cause so much stress on my womb, not to mention the multiple sex times I'd have and the pain I'd receive later on.

I'll just go to the hospital and ask for dead fetuses, simple as that. People nowadays only throw those dead fetuses in trashcans anyway, so it's practically worthless. I'll just gather them and do whatever this thing tells me to do.

Blood...pain..suffering..screaming, all those fuel me to the very core. It's insane how bloodthirsty I've become over the past few years, my mother has no control over my lust anymore. There are times when I want her blood just so I could feel satisfaction over it. But I know it won't be enough.

Once I have hers, I'll want dad's, then I want the babies' blood..

Blood...

The forbidden wine..

The sinful liquid