epiphany

It’s all true. The visions showed me what I really did, and who what I really am.
I snuck into the boys room, and the initials MLG were carved into the wall above the trash can. I moved the ceiling tile in that empty classroom and saw the orange spray-painted P. Just like in my vision.
I have new respect for Z. And new contempt for myself.
I’m a freak. I’m a monster. I should be locked up before I kill someone.
How many other times have I done this kind of freaky thing?
I can’t escape the feeling that this is who I really am. Beneath my boring, ordinary surface is the real freakish me. A pervert.
Clint and I really would make a good couple.
That last thought alone makes me want to scream until my lungs explode.