Well, i went to work today...the plastics who come to the drive-thru make my digested food turn and churn in my intestines, longing to spew out in chunks all over their pre-packaged faces...there they are, going about their daily life as if no strife as ever been endured by a lost soul such as i...clocking in early, sitting at their desks swirling ( Read more... )

Fuck this. "This" being life of course. I don't know how much longer i can thrive in a world where the plastic faces of society beat into me moment after moment, second after second. Someone shot a sliver bullet of hate into my lungs and i died from lack of air. Oh well. Air makes me feel black inside.

DEATH!!!

today i killed myself.
i slit my wrists, and throat.
i gargled on my blood and bled to death while i asphyxiated on my own red bloody sins.
then i hung myself in my closet with my black spiked belt.
and died.

lord why have you done this to me?

i loathe life.