Oh yeah, I feel it. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight because of it. I'll just toss and turn thinking about it and when sleep does come it will be filled with nightmarish ghouls repeating the pwnage over and over until I wake in a cold sweat, hand on my heart to make sure that it still beats alive in my chest. And as the crisp cold dawn breaks though the gossamer like curtains that try in vain to hold back the light, I will sit and think if life is still worth living after such a pwnage. I will consider the white pills that sit so near behind the glass of the medicine cabinet and the sweet release from the torment that they will bring. How my shame can so quickly be washed away in that instant of bliss that lays between the thin line of life and death, and what torments or pleasure may await me for my crimes and deeds and maybe even consider that only black nothingness is all that awaits me.
That or I'll just move on. You know one of the two.
