I slept an hour. I am very tired, but I can't sleep. Sometimes I close my eyes and I start to relax, then I panic and hold my breath and stare. I am in hell. I don't know why. Sometimes I think, "the sins of the father, are visited to upon the son." I'm like 3/4 english. The british empire was evil. My ancestors were evil. I'm in hell. It makes sense to me. Maybe my suffering makes the victims of evil people, feel better. Maybe my hell gives satisfaction to people who need satisfaction. If I cared, I'd kill myself. I guess its not that important, my life. Its not worth the effort to end. Don't mean to worry anyone, I wish I was loved. Its never been my lot. nobodys fault. bad luck... thanks.