iNsANitY: Diaries.

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Everyone. Every single one of those bastards. They all deserve to die.

Everything they do is just for themselves.

Lust is what makes each person do something for each other.

I hate them. Why can't these idiots just die?!

Why?....

Humans bleed so much. For example, if you stab one in the chest with a kitchen knife, the amounts of blood that will pour out will be enormous. Did you ever ask yourself: "How one can have so much blood?!"

What? Do you think that I'm insane? Not normal? You think that I deserve to live the rest of my pitiful life in rehabilitation center? Or in prison?

Have you ever seen a person die? HAVE YOU?!

I have.

I did it.

I was the cause of his death.

I took a kitchen knife. He was annoying as hell that night.

And I stabbed him.

And I took a knife out of his chest.

And stabbed him.

Again.

And again.

His screams filled my ears, froze my blood.

I felt disgusting, ashamed, annoyed, angered, scared.

But over these emotions, I felt something else.

Joy.

I laughed at the dead man in front of me. I lost all the negative emotions, I was laughing it out.

The man is dead.

And I felt joy, and I laughed without hiding it.

I just stood there.

And laughed.

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