I feel terrible. Lately, I've had a strong sense of loneliness. No one to talk to. No one to see. And I try to, and shunt away. Now I want to kill. I feel I could spend my time ending lives to get the world to end my own. I want to leave a mark on society that I everyone. I always dreamed that I would find satisfaction, leading an army to attack people for no reason. I want my head on a stake. And people know this, yet do they try to help, no they tell me to go the **** away.
My parents and teachers were afraid that I was going to be a hostile person. They are afraid that I will spend my last moments killing, waddling in loneliness, wondering some stud managed to be the opposite. I would spend my days imagining weapons. drawing firearms. I never portrayed death. ever. And I believed that I was going to come out of it. But no. I feel like it's in me. That it will be my legacy to kill a few guys and spend my last moments with a beating heart with a slashing machete or a pounding clandestine machine gun. But either, way, I've lost it.
This writing didn't make me fill better.
The person I was talking to... I screwed up and now he hates me. And I was acting pessimistic. I didn't try to offend him. When I entered I tried to be very friendly. Then when I admitted the mistake, well. I don't know after that. All I know is that he won't talk to me. And now it brought me to a reality.
Well, now I feel better.