I was talking to one of my exes last night. He said, "I keep having this dream where I'm stabbing you repeatedly. And the blood is spurting out of your chest and then I start cutting you up and eating you and I eat you all up and everyone I know is there and they turn to look at me and then I scream at them and I shit you out. And you are in pieces on the floor covered in blood and shit and I am panting and crying and screaming and tearing at my eyes and crumpled on the floor among your shitty bloody body pieces and I'm sobbing and raging and feel like I want to kill everyone I know."
He paused for a moment and smiled as if enjoying a moment of revelation.
"Do you think I might still be holding on to some anger?"
overyourhead - some irreverent musings by a gay London guy - crawling though technology, love and life... so you don't have to.
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