I was basking in the euphoria of the sunlight after it rained all through yesterday. I guess even the weather is quite aware that a witch came by the pack house; she stuck herself like gum on Agnar while playing the pity card each time she couldn't have her way.

Watching her breathe the same air I breathe makes me want to lose it and snuff the life out of her. I find myself fantasizing about different ways I could kill her; call me a psycho, but she brought out the worst in me.

I never asked for any of this; I just wanted to love and be loved by...