Dear Reader,
I'm sorry that you've found this. If you have found this, I'm ,in all probability, dead. While writing this, I'm currently in the hospital. I don't really know when I'll be getting out, but a sociopath can dream of freedom. Anyways, I'm in such a hospital because my family sent me here. I like to think that my family sent me here for my own good. But then again, they probably couldn't bear living in a house filled with such sin. At the time, I needed a friend. I guess that doesn't matter now. Read at your own risk. I wouldn't want to corrupt an innocent mind with such filthy thoughts and actions. No real names will be used in this journal because I dont want anyone to feel bad that they have hurt me do much that it's pushed me into such tragedy. But I guess I'll spare you the details. As I've said, I needed a friend, and since you've gotten this far, I guess you could say that we're buddies now...
Sincerely,
me
