The list started with scribbles and doodles of all the usual sort and then, frustration grew deep and she felt as though it was selfish to have such feelings. To be such a fucking whiner, it seems to go against everything that she was striving not to be.
“I don’t have enough money, I need a new job, I’m dissatisfied with my life, and I think I love, but don’t know what love is?…”
Blah, blah, blah bullshit, bullshit… Seriously, what the fuck does she have to complain about? Roof over hear head, food in her stomach, a job to go to and money to be made. She should be fucking grateful! An yet no matter how small she tries to make herself, no matter how humble she tries to become, she hungers for something, it growls through her . The hunger grows and is turned onto others with and empty hollowness to fallow leaving her unfulfilled. Like some kind of silent penance she will have to commit till she finally realizes her sin and confronts it. Until then she eats at the flesh of man fulfilling every suggested desire but never quenching the need for what truly needs to be fulfilled.
The tale of Ragnarok alive and well and playing out with in her own being, the struggle of the wolf that keeps growing with each passing of time only to out surpass it’s shackles and breaks free to devour his captors and set forth the beginning of the end