I hate humans.
I hate interacting with them.
I hate the people I despise.
I'll happily shove an umbrella up your crusty ass and open it up.
You're lucky murdering is illegal, or else I probably broke the world record for most fatal murder amount of murders.
I swear I could just break myself from holding too many grudges, it's not humanly possible and healthy.
Oh, how I would love to see you lying on the cold concrete floor.
Me staring down at you while blood poured out of your eyes, your hearing slowly vanishes as well as your breath while I just sit there, staring.
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Temporary Lost
No FicciónI never really had the courage to state my feelings, so I just write. It somehow heals my immense pain from the brutal abuse of reality. What you are about to read are very personal, so no bullies, please. I already had enough. I'm 12 and this is...
