It had been a very long day. It wasn't fair to live like this. I don't remember how the holes got in the walls or why my head hurts but things are very bright and the raindrops are laugh at me and I want to be alone again. The bottles scream at me and I'm screaming back but they just won't stop. The shadows are haunting me and they've been haunting me and they won't rest until they've claimed their prize. They're the ones who gave me this knife, I just know it. I'm very tired and I want him back, I need him back. His blood is everywhere and he's gone and I coudn't even go to his funeral and I'm a moster and I don't know how not to hurt. Things are moving too fast and I don't know where I am and the big clock is telling me what to do but I can't trust it, I can't trust it. I can't move on and I can't trust it and all I know is that it was me it was my fault and I could've stopped this whole thing had I not been so goddamn selfish and I feel like my head's going to explode and chunks of my hair are stuck to the blood and I don't know where it came from and I can't stop screaming and I want this all to end.
