I wish to be loved. That's all I've ever wanted. . . why must I keep in this cruel world? It brings nothing but pain and sorrow. What would happen without me though? Maybe there is someone out there. I mustn't go on any longer. Someone please just show me a sign, for if not my sorrows shall follow me in the fiery pits of Hell. Maybe then I could feel love. The love of Satan perhaps. Who knows? The only thing I'm certain of is that I am a man not like others.
