I'm scared.
I shouldn't feel like this.
I'm not supposed to long after violence.
I'm not supposed to enjoy hurting people...
I'm not supposed to enjoy hurting myself...
But I do.
Am I broken?
What went wrong in my head?
What made my brain a grenade?
What made the monster that I really am?
I don't know...
I smile when I see blood.
I smile when I hear the sound of bones breaking.
I'm a monster.
I just want to punch something.
I need the violence.
I'm starving for it.
I haven't been in a fight for two years...
I NEED IT
2016-10-20
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Diary. I guess...
PoezjaAY YO WASSUP ITS YA BOI okay no no I'm not hood enough to say that... Anyways I guess this is my diary. I just write down my thoughts. Basic. I'm now 13 years young. I'm a pansexual transboy. So ya maybe you will enjoy this maybe not
