Damien.
Today f*****g sucked.
It was weird because like every other time I got to have someone under my shoes, I expected the glorious feeling that came with seeing those who crossed me hurt and broken with no one to help out.
But today I felt nothing.
That was a lie. A lie I refused to admit, a lie I would never concede to because Damien Mcarthy never felt regret for his actions. I never had to be sorry before, and I was not going to start now.
Hell, but I would be lying if I said I did not feel a twinge when I saw her cry. f**k what was that skinny girl doing to me. Usually, I enjoyed riling people up to get a reaction, don't get me wrong, but I was an exhibitionist, I craved the attention people paid me. Maybe it was years of not getting any from my parents or anyone else, but
