It's been a while since I wrote something in this little notebook, I've been living of fruits. No meat. I'm too weak to even kill an animal. Guess I didn't have to leave. Yay! (see the sarcasm there?)
Troye is fading away. Maybe it's because there's no other human being? So many questions, but no answers. My shelter is completely build. But now that it's done, I don't really know what to do next. If I start exploring the island even more, I'll probably won't know where my shelter is anymore. So, yeah. Maybe I could write some poems?
Roses are red, violets are blue.
I'm fucking crazy, and I think you're too.
Okay, no, scratch that. I'll find something to do, maybe I could try to swim? Or make clothing? I could try that, it shouldn't be too hard. I'll probably die of boredom. Would there be a chance, that when I'm dead someone would find this book/diary/journal? They'll know all of my secrets. And thoughts. That just sends chills down my spine. Well, There isn't much space to write in anymore, so I think it's time for me to stop writing.
The Psychopath,
Mike Walker (+Fading Demon Troye)
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Diary of a Psychopath||Discontinued
FantasyI'm just republishing all my old stories so people can relive the memories :) The voices in his head were just too much, he didn't want to kill people. So he decided to flee. But what he found on the island, was something he didn't expect. ...
