I'm not good with words or explaining myself but here's what I know.

My name is Louis,
I'm an unbearable psychotic that never gotten any treatment for whats wrong. I deny everything until I'm forced to face the truth and even then, I may still not believe it due to my coping. I'm a bad person, but not the murder type. I tell the truth the way I see it and when I do, I get hated for it. Because I'm the way I am, I no longer care. My brother didn't deserve what he got, he was publicly shamed and brought down by people he idolized and blindly followed and I will not nor ever be the same. I spent most of my life in a room, and doing that made me realize that the world is a twisted, demented place. No one is ever safe.

This is me, being the only way I ever want to be.
If you can't accept that then you can go fuck yourself.


anon