Dear diary...
My mood today is quite moody. Quizzical and intrinsic have these past few weeks been, for I find every last thread of sanity ravaged deeper and wider than ever before. A mediocre job working for those past their prime, many are just walking corpses with the will to talk. I find myself daydreaming as they order their drinks, considering the repercussions of throwing over steamed milk into their eyeballs and gashing their flabby corpses open with the nearest box-cutter or scissors. Yet nothing, so far, has been able to bring me to such lengths; until last week.
She came into the shop, her old age very apparent and her attitude very unpleasant, and I must say, I couldn't resist the urge. I took a break to "smoke." (and by smoke, I mean sneak into her car and choke her to death) Upon my return to my working post, my coworker had barely noticed I left.
Neighborhood Predator Community Member 
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