Broken Promise
Sometimes I fear that all this awful things I do and think are not just dreams, that they are really happening nearer than I can imagine, that one day I’ll be able to hear the screams, the muttering, the sobbing.
I promised her I wouldn’t see any more of those guro stuff, but how can I avoid seeing it, if it is part of my dreams? It always been! Long before I had a tumblr, even before using internet, it was there, the violence, the blood, the abuse and the lustful scenes. They’ve always been there.
I wish I could just be a good as everyone thinks I am.
But, no, inside my head I’m a monster, that kind of monster who watches the dirtiest things with a smirk on her face.
Is it really that wrong??
I’m afraid of going insane.
My dashboard is full of Loki and Sharon Neddless pictures… I already miss the Doctor Who and Misfits spams… at least they weren’t scary as Sharon….
