08/07/03

-Not about roaches-

Damn Roaches everywhere. Everywhere I look I see them crawling on me. I go to war with them every night. But no matter how many of them die, they always seem to come back and fight. They haunt me, patronize me, look me straight in the eyes and just laugh. Funny how such little things could change and sometimes ruin your life instantly.

Yesterday I killed one, hey it's a start . I slammed the broom over it's head and squeezed the life out of it's tiny little heart. But even after it was dead, with it's limbs severed from it's body, it still managed to twitch for a few seconds. Then it just went away instantly.

Today though I had to kill one more. A little different then the other one, but exactly the same just with out all the blood and gore. This time it was one of those psychological battles. The idea of being haunted by these little things, the effect it has on my everyday life, and the might to get over them were today's soldiers in sight. I killed this one also the same way, but the after effect is just starting to get to me slowly.

Tomorrow I'll probably have to fight one more. It seems like they're starting to win this war. I kill one almost every night, but they just keep on coming. They're relentless in their effort to completely scar me for life, who knows when this war will slowly begin to end.