As days go by, the intensity of stress increases rapidly.
Trepidation enters my conflicting thoughts.
Yet my head feels light and focus more sustainable in class.
Dancers are dolls meant to inflict pain on. Bend it in various ways to create the oh so painful scene of magnificence. Achievements are earned through hardships, yes, the pain; the breakdown, all concludes to the vulnerability of human beings. Not being sadistic but it is the very thing i live for. The atrocity, the inevitable squeeze of pressure. To me tears is a waste of time, to me tears are pathetic expressions, to me tears are signs of totally retreat and resignation.
The competition is 2 weeks away and yet these humans wail in pain, moan complains and openly display crocodile tears. Words cannot describe my hatred for this despicable humans, as if the pain is only felt by themselves, when this pain they acknowledged is actually spread among all of us.
Strong thoughts flows through this highly corrupted mind of mine. yes sour.
"i think i might murder them"
Run, massacre them all, let their dirty blood spill. But then again, i wouldn't want to waste my skills on such useless humans. Tarnishing my reputation of artistic murder. Will just see if these humans dare anger me once more. Merci will not be taken into consideration. This Massacre will be cruel. Ah the pleasures of cruelty. The melody of fear never fails to impress me.
So many i want to kill.
But trust me, i'm not that dimwitted to spoil this dream by going to jail so "plan Chinese dancer's black death" is definitely at rest, for now.
Yet i might consider murdering 5C. One-by-one. Ah this rush of adrenaline is filling me with delight to kill. This useless imaginations of imbeciles, maybe alittle bit of HARSH DISCIPLINE is needed. Let their uniforms be squalid with fresh blood.
i can picture this beautiful art piece:
Their bodies soaked in blood as their slitted throats continues to bleed.
Pinned by nails on the bridge of level 3, with each body forming letters.
Bent in unthinkable ways.
Deciphering the message.
"Too Bad"
Ah marvellous, absolutely brilliant.
i can hear them scream in pain, i can imagine their pale faces, i can picture their bodies shivering as they back to a dead end.
The Thrill.
JAn~jaN janice the TIRED
CHOCOLATE ;;
4:18 AM <3