I need ambition. I need to start planning.

If I had ambition, I would already be there. I would be standing on the front step. Kick the door open. Go into the room. Then, you know.
Oh and you know, it would be nighttime. It has to be. Blood is seen too clearly during the day. The color is too bright. At night, everything loses their color. Everything is either black or white.
I intend to make it that way.

Will I do it?

Normal people don't ever go to this extreme. It's just a subscription to mailing lists or the sudden appearance of an odd stench in the bedroom.

I am still very bitter.

Revenge is but the sweetest thing that this life has for me.