LITTLE BLACK BOOK

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Little Black Book

The purpose of this is to show the people what I see from my scense of veiw... What may be in this book will be sad, violent, depressing, or any type of counter happiness you can think of. WARNING: CRY AT YOUR OWN RISK.

 

Habbits and there consequences

X every part of me that you think should be cut out
Take my very heart out, ripped from my chest and burn it.
Clawing and slicing away, watch it burn and fill the colding shatters pavement with a lush of red.

GOD MODULE

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Last Login: 08/09/2010 9:14 pm

Registered: 03/04/2006

Gender: Male

Location: Rockville, MD

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FOR I AM A GOD...

Death is just a cure for life.

She isn't real.

Time is the best serial killer.

Where will I go in life?

Slice my wrist for you.

I'll shoot my self to love you.

And If I love myself I'll shoot you.

Such A tragity.

I find my demons with my friends.

Hate your friends.

And trust your enemies.

Alone forever.

A world I never asked to be in.

Am I the reflection of you?

I want to kill and get away with it.

Am I a bad person?

Decaying and desposable.

Let it burn.

Hate every ******** thats in your way.

Die.

This world is grotesque.

Im not here for entertainment.

How will death come for you?

Nien.

Let the blood hit the pavement.

It feels like a bullet pulling through my chest.

Suicide.

Helf mer.

I want to comment a death honerable of noticing.

Help me find a reason to be missed.

A reason to be remembered.

Im a fake.

Your dirty little lie.

While you sit there an become a pretty little lair.

Im your poison.

Eat me.

Drink me.

Kill me.

I feel reality slipping away.

Leaving me.

Hate me.

This world has died in my eyes.

The only reason why people live is to achieve somthing.

Perfection.

Consequences of life.

Im the less of somthing more.

Why stay sober when it feels like your dieng?

Take your time and slice away.

Humans are such a fragil tools.

I dont belive anything anymore.

Im not listning anymore

Tell me the point in thought.

Decaying

Words mean nothing.

Hasst

X

Another angel falls from the heavens.

Wthe the wings decaying and blackend.

Kill it.

Die and become the hero.

Nothingness

Death

Blood is just a reaction for pain.

Would you cry at my funeral

Hate

I dont seem to be getting better.

Loveless

Cut the wrist.

Theres no exit.

Death awaits

Pull the trigger.

They keep away the truth.

Dont play the game.

Dont save me.

Kill them all.

Killing for fun.

I've got my body up against the wall.

Ripping open wounds.

Smile.

Freak on a leash.

This pain.

My love.

Tell me im not insain.

Enough to,

I would truelly die without you.

You know.

God isn't real

Noone answers my prayers

She isn't real

I can't make her real

All that I have is dead

Wait and bleed

Time is wasted

Noone cares

Gone

The taste of blood

The Nameless

Im being Ignored

I dont know why

I never told you

Now its over

The more friends you get, the more you leave behind

The world is moving so fast, Im not even moving anymore

Paint the world red

The little things that make me run away

Lite a candle for all the sinners

When the rich wage war, Its the poor that dies

Set the world on fire

What have I become?

What have I done?

All dried up, and tied up forever

All ******** up, and dead to the world

Im nothing to the world

All I've got is insain

All I've got is insain

Life is only a dream

Noone else listens, because noone else cares

Im strong on the surface, not all the way through

When I die, Will you cry at my funeral?

We are drained of are colors

Burned like a moth in a flame

Is there is an exit here

And hell was so cold

All my stitches itch

Happy?

No more sorrow

Hate

You will pay for what you've done

Nothings real

Nothing can change

Suicide

As hollow as the O in god

I was a hand garnade, that never stoped exploding

Never

Playing suicide king

Bang my head against the wall until it bleeds

Visit all the parts of hell

Kill

Slit our wrist

Slit our wrist, and send us to heaven

The first flower after the flood

To exist without reason

Im simply decaying

Age: 19

relationship stat: Single

Religion: Atheist

Bio: Pshycoemo Manic, Anti-Realitism

What doesn't kill us only makes us, stranger.