Post by miguel on Aug 5, 2009 23:35:14 GMT -6
Seth Moritz was not a person to to hold in all his anger. He loved to express himself. He felt that if he held it in, he would die from the 'evil' inside him. So it wasn't surprising when he kicked that random dog in response to some disheartening news. He just couldn't understand the nature of human beings. It was his lifetime goal: to change the nature of the fallible human. Yet he is still surprised at their cold nature. Thats when he stopped walking. He had been walking at a fast pace ever since he kicked the dog. It would have been bad if someone owned the stray. He stood there and punched the wall. He imagined the persons face where he punched. He laughed at the small amount of blood on the brick where the imaginary face was. "That bloody serves you right!" he said as he turned to walk again. This time he actually had a destination; The park bench.
He sat down and picked at his now bloody knuckle. His knuckles had many scars from all the angry moments. He didn't like to be treated bad, it just happens to be him. He barely trust the man anyway, but it was a blow to him just for him being foolish enough to associate with him. "I'm a freakin' idiot." He mumbled as he realized a tear had arrived at his chin. He wiped it away. He was a stupid subordinate anyway. He didn't move from his slouched position where he cried. His long brown hair covering his face and his leather jacket and jeans made it seem all like a relaxing sit, but it was a mental breakdown. In reality, he couldn't take it how the world works, and even more so, the people in it. He was sick of it all. Seth sighed. "I think i should get back to work." He mumbled to himself.
He sat down and picked at his now bloody knuckle. His knuckles had many scars from all the angry moments. He didn't like to be treated bad, it just happens to be him. He barely trust the man anyway, but it was a blow to him just for him being foolish enough to associate with him. "I'm a freakin' idiot." He mumbled as he realized a tear had arrived at his chin. He wiped it away. He was a stupid subordinate anyway. He didn't move from his slouched position where he cried. His long brown hair covering his face and his leather jacket and jeans made it seem all like a relaxing sit, but it was a mental breakdown. In reality, he couldn't take it how the world works, and even more so, the people in it. He was sick of it all. Seth sighed. "I think i should get back to work." He mumbled to himself.