I met with RD today and I impulsively told him something I shouldn’t.
I told him I wanted someone dead, and RD suggested we do more clinical tests. Genius me, shit.
I think I am going to be crazy.
I feel so awful, I feel so mean.
RD asked me do I want to know whats inside the Pandora box? He even put the box right before my eyes. The fucking pandora box.
Yes, I want to.
“I am afraid.” was my answer.