Die Hard

I don't feel I was particularly insane as a child. Just a child who tends to see the world in a different light. The kind of light where unicorns jumped through candy flavored hoops to their demises of a churning, boiling, sickly sweet pool of lava with heads of its victims floating about, like a nice cherry on top perhaps. I think what changed my mind to such dark thoughts was when my innocence was turned to a guilt trip. My heart and body a slave to him. He took everything from me. He took my life, my first love it all belonged to him now no buts about it because he took my mother and I'm the one keeping her alive.