Friday, April 07, 2006

11:57 PM

Satisfaction comes in various forms, be it sexual or non-sexual.

I'm disgusted with myself. My satisfection isn't sexual yet its disgusting as I derive it from the anger of others. I feel elated, basked in euphoria whenever I accomplished making someone mad even though its over a silly thing. Its like I can control their feelings, I have the ability to make them mad.

Funny, because I thought I've gotten over it.

I never wanted to hurt anybody but I just felt like it. I thought it was bound to happen anyway. I won't feel satisfied, otherwise.

_Pull the knife from my back' ;