Diary of an introvert

I've always known I was different. People like me don't crave attention. We don't need a crowd. A simple life, quiet and controlled, is all I've ever wanted. But every now and then, there's this… itch. A pressure that builds up, one I can't ignore. People think they know me because I'm reserved, because I don't say much. But no one knows the depths of what lies beneath the surface.

Today was one of those days. The tension had been mounting for weeks, ever since I crossed paths with him. I didn't ask for it. I didn't want it. But there are some people who just have a way of pushing. They test your patience. They take up too much space in your world, invade your boundaries, and push you past the point where turning the other cheek isn't an option anymore.

It started in the gym, like most things do. I don't need to explain what happened, the details aren't necessary. He said something, made a comment—nothing major, just the kind of thing that would piss off anyone with a shred of pride. But with me? It was the final straw.

I've learned how to control myself, how to mask what I feel. But sometimes, control is a fragile thing. You can only bottle up that rage for so long before it starts to leak out. And when it does, it doesn't leave anything behind. The gym, the city streets—it all became irrelevant. I saw him. I felt him.

Everything slowed down. The world narrowed. He didn't know it, but his clock was ticking. He was just a part of the scenery, an obstacle in my path that needed to be removed. I don't know why I didn't just walk away. I could have. But I didn't. The urge was too strong.

I didn't take my time. I didn't make it slow or drawn out. There was no need for theatrics. It was quick, efficient. I don't waste energy on unnecessary theatrics. His life wasn't worth a second thought after that.

It felt… different. It felt like a release. Not the kind you get from a workout or a win in a game, but something more primal. Something darker. There's power in taking control like that. You know you're untouchable. You've set the rules, and the rest of the world is just trying to catch up.

The aftermath was easy. Clean. No one was the wiser. He didn't matter. I know how to erase myself from situations. How to disappear when the mess is made. People will go on with their lives, thinking nothing of it. They'll look for excuses, point fingers, blame something they can't see. But they won't come close to finding the truth. They never do.

Tomorrow, the gym will be the same. People will talk, but I'll stay quiet. I'll blend back into the shadows, the way I always do. Because I know. I know exactly what I'm capable of.

And that's enough.