Insensitives' Best Friend

Guilt came over me and left as soon as it came. Why am I acting like this? Acting like me? Not faking it anymore? He deserved it. I can finally do what I wanted 10 months ago, hurt him. I find pleasure in causing distress to other people. What's better than seeing that you can wound someone and those injuries don't take a cast and a few weeks to fix. Distress lies within that person for the rest of the time they're living.

"Have I told you how much you disgust me?" I paused to see his face and he looked mortified but I continued. "You're so annoying, clueless, illiterate, and grotesque. Not to mention your cockiness." It was dead quiet and he stood there with tears in his beautiful, glossy, and red puffy eyes. My brain was screaming guilt but my heart didn't even feel like it was beating. "You're still standing here because?" I questioned.