Greatwater Lake roped up, rat in a cage

Throughout the tirade, he remains stoic; unflappable. There's cold feeling growing in him, like his insides turning to stone. Everything else seems fuzzier past it, muted, as if all his feelings have been flipped to 'off'. When the stranger steps back, he steps forward, stiff and imposing in posture. I know what kind of life I lead. I know what I do is fucked up, His voice is almost a snarl, contrasting his expressionless features. The difference is that you don't. You think you're perfect, the only one whose shit doesn't stink. And that's why you're pathetic. That's why I'm not interested anymore. You're an oversized child with a nasty mouth — you wanna know why I was obsessed? He spits the word. Because you remind me of myself when I was a kid. A raging idiot who would set fire to himself just to watch someone else burn. Except you're not going to grow up, are you?