I plan to write my deepest, darkest thoughts, what I have done, what I plan to do and why, how and occasionally when I did these heinous actions.
Journal entry #1
2013, November 28, 6:32pm
Words of insult ring around in my dark, crowded head. the pain of these recurring images hold me bound to another realm. Snow falls upon my face, like icy pitchforks they almost pierce my warmth, what left I had anyway.
I never liked living in the "normal" world, but what really is normal? I demonstrate how ******** up my mind set is by just explaining what I'm like. I find it funny, how can anyone expect to be friends with someone like me? How did they manage my behaviour? I may never know the answer. Or maybe I will, I just wouldn't understand it.
Our worlds are two different things yours, the reader, and mine. two different things you will never understand. Try me.