Oct 20th
I found myself thinking earlier about the meaning of life. All we do as human beings is suffer, torture, humiliate, despise, kill, and the list goes on and on and on. And because we as humans beings are so f****** miserable and are literally not happy until we see someone else fail, when someone like me tries our damn best to change, we are struck down by someone else's stupidity, hatred, or selfish acts. Speaking of selfish acts, all those years ago, that b**** caused my pain. She wanted to go into the haunted house. She wanted to f****** explore on Halloween night. You know what it ultimately got me? F****** SUFFERING AND PAIN FOR THE FOLLOWING 20 YEARS!!
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The Journal Of Julius Corvus
HorrorTo whoever finds this book, since I'm terrible at keeping track of things sometimes, please return it to P.O. Box 12. My name is Julius Corvus. Hmm, this feels a bit out of place. Ah, whatever. If I wasn't clear, this is my journal and it contai...
