A/N: angst and depressed Carl, too short for its own good, and pretty much just a bunch of words thrown together as emotions.

Mindsets

He doesn't want any of this.

All he could feel was hatred.

It was empty.

The blade of his knife reflected in his eyes.

It was sharp.

It was too sharp.

The cell was too cold.

Judith was crying.

It was too fucking loud.

His breathing increased.

Dear God, what was he doing?

He missed playing tag.

He missed his mom's Sunday morning pancakes.

His eyes were dull, grey.

He was too far gone.

The tip of the knife dug into the flesh of his wrist.

He was too far gone.