#339614 added April 6, 2005 at 11:05pm Restrictions: None
Awake
I'm getting used to fighting again. I've been used to laying down and taking everybody's shit, I forgot about my claws. He he. I feel like I'm coming back. That old fire is building up again, burning my insides.
I'm starting to feel hungry. I'm out for heads, and I'm out for blood, in that order.
I just hope no one fucks with me for the rest of the week. I might have to bad things. I might have to improv. and disrupt order. No one would like that. No one ever likes that.
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