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As usual, everything is ******** up around me. Maybe it's a routein, I'm already used to that. I'm really sorry for everything I've done and I did. I think It's my purpose to be a loner... I've always been thinkin, what's the purpose of life? It's my destiny to seek my meanins. Sometimes I feel so tired, I need someone to talk to, someone's shoulder to lean on...But who will be that someone?
I'm jealous about those people who was born in WWI... they're lucky, at long last....they've found the tranquility of death...I'm so tired... It's snowing outside, but I do not feel cold... I'm condamned, may the Lord have mercy upon my wicked soul...