Okay so in senior kindergarten i started to get fed up with how rude people were to me because i looked different or acted diferent. I hated poeple and that never changed and it never will. Well i walk in to my senior kindergarten class at my new school and hated it. I know its sad to hate stuff so badly at such a young age but you cant really stop it. So as i was saying. So i walk in and instently i was being call rude names being treated like shit and feeling like i didnt belong. I then spent most of my days thinking about 26 ways to muder someone. After many many months of thinking i finaly came up with some. But i never acted them out. I thought that it was only a waste of time because most of them will probably be hit by cars anyway.
At the end of the year we had to say what we were excited about. I said that i was excited to be out of school so i didnt have to deal with you people all the bloody time. Lets just say i rwad alot and the more i read the wilder my mind would be. I found it fun to have a mind like this. A mind that doesnt think of lollypops and rainbows but death. Death destuction torture and sacrifice. I found it pleasent.
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The death of you
Horrorhave you ever wounderd what it would be like to have someone elses heart in your hands, to see their blood spilt on the floor, to taste the taste of blood. their blood. well i have and this is my story.
