Finally There Is Nothing Here For Death

Don't Be Ashamed Of Anything; I Guess God Meant It All Like Locks On Doors.

I Have One Problem, I Don’t Hate People. They Disgust Me And I Want To Get Away From Them. I Do Not Have Hatred. I Have An Escape Mechanism.

I Don’t Understand People, Never Will. It Looks Like I Got To Travel Pretty Much Alone.

To Experience Real Agony Is Something Hard To Write About, Impossible To Understand While It Grips You; You're Frightened Out Of Your Wits, Can’t Sit Still, Move, Or Even Go Decently Insane.

This Time Has Finished Me.