AND...
And so ends another chapter in the book I call "Hell", an autobiography of the shit that happens to me; outlaying my gullibilty, idiotic trust, pain, and STUPID belief that something better is coming. There's nothing better ever coming, this is it guys. We've all already sinned, you don't go to hell when you die; you fucking live in hell for your sins. When you die, you experience sweet serenity.
P.S. I am so lonely. If anyone wants to do anything please call me. I have to go out, please anything! I wanna not feel like shit so bad.
729-0750
Even if you're a total stranger I dont give a fuck, let's do something. What's the worst that could happen, some stranger could kill me? If they pulled out a gun I'd pull the trigger myself, pull the knife into my own heart, drink the poison willingly as thought quenching a final thirst.
P.S. I am so lonely. If anyone wants to do anything please call me. I have to go out, please anything! I wanna not feel like shit so bad.
729-0750
Even if you're a total stranger I dont give a fuck, let's do something. What's the worst that could happen, some stranger could kill me? If they pulled out a gun I'd pull the trigger myself, pull the knife into my own heart, drink the poison willingly as thought quenching a final thirst.