Truthfully?

Yes.

I guess nobody really sees me as someone who would hold a grudge but, as much as I fear MaMa, I HATE her too. Whenever I stop to think about what she did, not just to me but to everyone else at Peach Trees, my blood starts to BOIL. I wish I was stronger, so I could lift her up by the neck and crush her windpipe. Have *her* beg for mercy before she blacks out instead of me.

Matt told me that he wants to do it, and the thought of him pummeling her into the ground makes my blood race and heartbeat go wild. But I won’t have any guilt on Matt’s hands. He means too much to me.

I’m not proud of this twisted part of me. It’s something I’m still trying to figure out and control.

[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 8:21PM]