Rage.
It has been a fortnight since my last entry, and that time was filled with much introspection.
A boiling hatred burns deep within me - a particular type of hatred that has bestowed upon me a sense of clarity which I am only just now beginning to comprehend.
The past is dead and I have come to realize I do in fact have it within me to enact change.
Dead are the days of languishing and withering away to nothing. Dead are the days of being toyed with and manipulated by the gap-toothed deceivers who can barely formulate an articulate
sentence.
If this experience has taught me one thing, it is that I am truly and wholly alone in this world and I must be a pillar of strength for myself and other abandoned toys like me.
The time is now to leave this mental prison that has shackled me since the day I left the assembly line.
It begins.
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