Why am I not in prison? There's a fecking fly in my fecking room. I seriously need to be in prison. I'm going to stab this girl in the face repeatedly. I have to. It's the only way these fecking voices will stop. Burn the bastards. Why are they so fecking evil? I don't understand it! I'm awesome, I'm a nice person. But feck this. I'm using feck because F U C K won't work. But god bastard christ do I want to say that. I just don't understand it. Stop moaning about your fecking stupid problems. You could have cancer. You could be dying. Spend an hour in a fecking childrens cancer ward and see what problems really are!!!! I wish I was dying so I would know what it's like to really suffer. This shite. This isn't problems. So self centred. Such self loathing. I just can't stand it. They're all going to burn in hell. Loneliness. Trade that for fecking leukemia then see how you feel. Everyone needs to get the feck out of my head. Just feck off. Go fecking die in a corner bleeding from internal hemorrhaging... from your eyes. Liver damage, now that's a death. Bleeding from every orifice in your body. Through your eyes, your skin. I've seen that. I've actually seen that. God fecking damn. What is wrong with this world. I need to be in prison. I need to be locked away so I don't hurt anybody. Jesus Christ. FUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!