Every day and every night I lie awake thinking about Haru Okumura. My eyes, constantly fixed on that big ass forehead, are now red with blood. My hands shake, always thinking about her soft, bouncy locks of auburn hair. I dream of her bashing my frail, soft skull in with her hefty axe, splattering my brains across the pavement. I want Haru to forcefully steal an 18 wheeler semi-truck, with which she repeatedly backs over me, flattening me against the road.