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Everything is his fault.
It's because of him that I shut myself in here.
A line on the notebook for each day that I didn't let him come back.
I created him to be stronger and more independant.
And now... He eats me up inside.
I can feel him deep inside screaming and struggling.
I'm not like that. And if I created him, I can destroy him.
She finally open that *** door.
About time she understand that I'm the best thing that ever happened to her.
All those weak minds, in line for the execution.
I'm not like them.
That cannon fodder.
All your parties, drinking, dancing.
Your little friendships.
You are the crap of the world.
Written destinies so that everything would work fine.
You all make me want to throw up.
I would like to destroy your skulls one by one.
I don't need you.
You can't confort me.
My confort is here, right here.