--------------
he screams at the screen, raging, furious with himself. as typical of teenage angst, his mind is enveloped in a flood of "why"s. Why. Why. Why. why does he have to be him? he is a disgusting, pathetic fellow. why does he have to be him? but screens don't talk, and people do, and from where he sits he hears maids chatting over the walls to each other, and he feels lonely. hah, lonely. it's a concept he's so familar with, you'd think that he should feel comfortable with it by now. in fact, he hastens to think that loneliness is his most reliable friend.
bearing it mind that it wasn't but an amusing fantasy, he picks up his scissors and by the gleam of the blade he was Seduced. what is the perfect life? he thinks aloud, my, my, in my perfect life, i would be dead. it's like heaven, really, everyone wants to go to heaven but no one wants to die. no guts, no glory. that little swish and flick, and it would all be over soon. mhm, hush now, it will all be over soon.
-----------------
hahaha i wished.