Wow, I was going out of my mind last time I wrote a blog entry. Good news, I found my cure. Bad news, you might read about it in the news.
I do not think I should talk about it in order to avoid incriminating myself if this blog ever gets connected to me.
Okay, okay, I’ll cough it out; I nailed all his furniture to the ceiling while he was sleeping. I even wrote a message with lipstick on his mirror. I set it up so it looks like a demon or a ghost actually did it. I also found his lube and did stuff to it, but I won’t say what.
I know, I know, it sounds a little psycho of me. But it was just one of those things that if you do not release, you go insane forever. My choices were forever insanity or brief episode of insanity. I made the smart choice.
When he woke up, he freaked out, ran across his apartment a few times, tripped over and lost consciousness. In turn, I freaked out and thought he died. I was quite the scare, but I can’t blame karma for going after me.
Good one, Karma, good one.
Anyway, I put the furniture back down, and bought him a new lube. When he woke up, he figured he was just dreaming. He eventually justified the big bruise where he banged his head on his head on his way down.
The news thing? Yeah, I over did it and hung his car to the side of his building. It took a lot of effort, logistics, and math calculations to do it, if you were wondering. Anyway, I didn’t manage to get it down in time, and a dozen people saw it.
I’m really considering becoming a villain. It is a lot more fun than I could have ever imaged.
On a serious note, I know he’s not a bad guy. If anyone is bad, it’s probably me. I had no right to do what I did. It is his right to do whatever he wants in his private life, and shag whomever he wants to shag. It wasn’t my place to act like the wrath of God, especially when it comes to social rules that I hardly agree with. Jealousy drove me blinding, and it was plain spiteful and evil. I have guilt boiling up inside of me that I’m not ready to face off yet.
By the way, I found a note on my car this morning. It was from my shadow. It said,
“You’re not the only one with powers. We will talk soon when you are ready.”
So, here is my reply message to my shadow:
Dear Mr. Shadow,
Thank you for your message, but I like to do things at my own pace. Your face is on my surveillance camera. We will talk soon, when I find you 😉
Your ass is mine,
Me.
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