The Life of Me pt.1

March 17th 2017 10:47 am

Sorry I hadn't written in a few days. I can't help but cry now. I'm distant from this so called family. Nearly everyday it's like I'm yelled at, always saying your not angry at me. I don't believe you, you, them, them I don't believe you, them. I don't know how to speak to them, always saying I can, whenever I do I show attitude. I can't help that my voice is like that, always quite, and to them sounding like I hate them, I do but I don't think they care. For as long as I'm here they can do whatever they want to with me. Forcing me to eat, at this moment in my life I don't want to eat, I just want to die. If any of them actually cared about me then they'd notice. I haven't eaten lunch for three days this week, I ate it yesterday but that's it. I'm not eating breakfast anymore, and soon will come dinner. Then my death, I wonder what it's like, to die I mean, not starve. I already know what that's like. An empty stomach, gnawing at its self in hunger. Digesting something that isn't there. I know that felling to much. Soon I won't feel anything, except for death, I'll know what it's like to die.
My family don't care about me, you'd think if I disappear they'd notice. Nope, they don't care. If I'd die they probably wouldn't go to my funeral. Even though they "know" me, they don't know anything about me, other than my name is Kevin, he doesn't do his homework, the only game he plays on the Xbox is Skyrim, I like Star Wars. That would be the only things they know about me. Nothing else.
I hate people that think that they can make you think what they think. Like every other f**king dumbass s**thole that think that they are in control of my f**king thoughts. They think they can, but nothing will work. I may say yes to bother someone else, or no to bother them even more. No matter what they do, they won't break through.
Because if they do...
Let there be mercy on their life's.
I need help, I've said that many times know, I hate people, I hate humans, I hate this damned world. It's going to end, and when it does, I'm laughing my ass off. It will be hilarious. To see all the people running away from the danger, to see them all coward behind useless crap, it will be f**king hilarious. Besides, instead of laughing, I'd start killing instead, laughing at the mutilated body's. They won't know what hit them, they will never know.
Four hundred and nine words. All in sixteen minutes. Okay, I need to go. I have other things to do. Happy St. Patrick's day. An early one anyway.