I'm breaking. I am shattering. Splattering blood all over the walls. What is the purpose of all this? Who am I supposed to be? What is happening to me?
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A journal of the criminally insane.
HorrorYou know, I can still hear her voice sometimes, or her last breath. I wanted to catch it in a jar so she would never stop breathing. So that she would not be lost. But that wouldn’t have saved her. Nothing could. She’s gone. And she’s never coming...
July 17th, 2007
I'm breaking. I am shattering. Splattering blood all over the walls. What is the purpose of all this? Who am I supposed to be? What is happening to me?
