It's ok to eat fish, cause they dont have any feelings.
I don't know why I am doing this but I am posting some more crap on my journal. There are things that you people will never see that I wrote in my offline journal. I write about six or seven pages a day. I really hate myself, and in the composition books that I fill up and then burn, its kind of evident. I don't know why I hate myself, I just do. I mean everything is falling apart for me once again, and there is nothing I can do but stand back and watch my temple topple over. I don't know why it happens, something seems to be going right, and then bom, another stone is cast, and then like a chain reaction I am slaughtered while standing. Everyone tells me im heade for great things. Well if those great things are making people feel bad what they have done to people I care about then i guess I am about to get those good things. I will bury everyone who has ever hurt someone I care about. Im not going to do anything violent, just make their lives a living hell. Death is not a punishment, it is a release, and they didnt earn the sweet release of an innocent death, they earned every bit of pain they shelled out, and some day, eventually I will give it to them. I will leave them the hollow, cracked and bloodied shell they left me.