Don’t feel well. My throat hurts, like I had my whole life stuck in there and was too dry to swallow. I am miserable. To kill or to die. It’s my last chance of survival. I am going to do it. I will kill. Kill them all. Hope is gone, nothing is left for me here. She died. She fucking died by the hands of the corruption of the world, and now I’m left with this pain crawling thru my veins everysingle day. On every rose, with every dose, I feel her breath, I smell to her sweet scent.
It all happened before. I knew I was born with this fate. I was different, I always were the freak. One last time I’ll show them all who the freak is, one last time.