Kurai Extravaganza

Promise me no promises

I think that's quite suitable at the moment. For I can't promise to do anything strange. An urge acts up, the urge to do something which you will not approve of.

So far for a healthy fascination.

I am not the only one though.

Diana looks so sad, a perfect ressemblance of how I feel. Though she probably had a cause to feel that way. I just need things near me, as a stress releaver, even when I do not need them, I have to take them with me.

Call me obsessed.

And it's funny, being quite so secretive, while there is no one who will read this. So why do I even bother, to write in codes, carefully disguising, all I wish to write?

A thousand reasons. A thousand thoughts. 

What if they find out?

Career?

How would they react?

And whom would be the rat?

The rat whom will destroy my heart? Destroy it by just being a rat?

The Chinese were right: never trust the rat in the game.