Letters From Red Leader, Addressed To No One

If you are reading this, then you must be someone I hold very dear to me. But if you're not, feel free to keep reading but I'll probably come for you as soon as I step away from business I'm currently attending to. My therapist prescribed me to write down my feelings in this journal for some reason so, here we go.

Sometimes I ask myself, What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? I am very much aware of all the suffering I've caused but,

I can't stop.

But I want to. But I've already come a long way, there's no point on stopping now. There's already too much damage done. It's too late.
But I must remain strong. I must not let them know how weak I truly am. I must be the perfect soldier that everyone deems I am.

I have come to loathe the path that I take, but what must I do? I've never thought I've come to hate the dream that I once loved so much and would do anything to achieve.

But perhaps, This was destined to be.

(basically, this is a collection of poems, letters, essays, and proses from R.L's/Tord's perspective. This follows a really vague storyline that i'll let you solve on your on and make theories lmao. This is usually based around events based on his life but its so deconstructed that it may take some sherlock holmes level of solving. it doesn't really have a very obvious "plot", well atleast its not surface level, but it just loosely follows a storyline)

(not everything here is literal and this uses a lot of symbolism so- yeah)

(this might also contain some drawings of things since its tord's diary and he sometimes doodles shit)