And I think sometimes, something that can
make you happy, could turn out to be the last thing
you ever would have expected.
1Happiness, The Fray, The Fray
Patrick
What a bad fucking night. I huff and curse and
growl and fight with my eyes. I can’t stand
anyone, I don’t want to see or hear anyone or
anything for a hundred kilometres around because
tonight, I’m telling you, I could really do
something to end up behind bars.
Tonight, I’m biting. And only to kill.
I have this strange tension going on, this mixed
anxiety, half psychotic and half compulsive, that I
could commit a crime.
It was Aaron’s words together with these new
feelings that I didn’t ask to have and that I didn’t
want, but by now they’re here and there’s nothing I
can do to ignore them.
Just like the voice of that stupid little devil that
sits on your shoulder suggesting what you should
do, what things to try and that you shouldn’t listen
to anyone else but him, even if he knows he’s not
in the right and that listening to him would mean
the end, for me and for all those around him.
I’ve made a decision: I have to stop looking for
her when she’s in the pub. I have to stop knocking
on her door to see if she’s all right. I have to stop
watching her, from a distance and in silence, with
the fear that someone else might be able to read
