My jaw clenched. My blood on my hands. The only thing I want, the end. I don't want to laugh, to smile, to breath, to live, if when you look at me, your eyes are bright. Bright with happiness. I didn't make you laugh, you laughed at me. You look at me as though, I'm a fucking clown, ugly and fucking ridiculous. If that's what I am to you, then I prefer the end. I don't want to have to see that. I was once your most precious treasure, now I'm a pathetic clown, your pathetic clown.
