Date: 3/13/2019
By FrankRuden
From what I can remember, it was during the day and I was near a pool. The pool drained quickly. Bugs crawled over my bare feet for “romantic” reasons. I don’t know why. For some reason I wanted to grab a spoon, fork or knife and murder my dad. I wanted to but didn’t want to at the same time. One part of me wanted to laugh while thinking about murdering my dad while another part wanted to cry.