Hate How I Don't Hate You
The drive in the early morning sun that is laying hot and comfortable on my skin does not for the anger that I feel within. The anger that will now, once and for all, boil out of control and hopefully set the reality in that no matter how well you play the game with Zoe, she is always going to win.
Ya, the little ice princess was nearly going to waste my ass.
The question is…does she truly have it in her to kill me? Well, that I need to ask myself when the time comes, will I be able to draw my gun and pop a bullet into the ice princess?"
That is a question that I cannot answer with a definite yes or no, for the anger is consuming me.
How the fuck did I let Zoe play me again?
So miss little ice princess never had a clip on her head, but there is still very much one on mine. And seeing that she has failed to do it now, when can I expect her return. Well, there is no way she is coming inside my home. Which means…