I am 25 years old. From the time I was brought into this world, I have lived a life of frugality, extreme hardships, mockery, degredation, abandonment, negligence, abuses of all kind, and the list will continue to go on and on. It is a gift that we have the ability to cease our existences. Make no mistake, we die alone. Whatever we do, in trying to live our lives in such ways as to achieve fulfillments and satisfactions, we struggle within. I am drunk at the moment. I have had about two bottles of red wine. Yes, I used what remained of my money. At least before I die, I would like to have tasted the feeling of comfort. Alcohol has become comforting; only then am I able to fully express my emotions.
No one alive is capable of surviving all the things I have gone through. Even Satan himself will cower away from living my life. No one is capable of enduring my hatred. I despise, I hate, I abhor. Who out there has a heart? Love does not exist in this world. We are a race of greedy, hateful, and deceitful macabre populace. If there is a god out there, then I challenge him! How dare he bring me to this world and suffer undefeatable consequences, for and to which I am never the master of!
I intend to die and no one is capable of stopping me. My plans are to be put into actions; they must done. You, who read, dare not laugh at me. I curse anyone who mocks or belittle my incurable sufferings. We are in the process of dying since we were into this world; I am taking me leave.
You, who read, the music of life is composed of majors and minors. What little we have to achieve in this world! I have but one advise to whoever may be reading this; be kind to others and make no one suffer. Perhaps, yes perhaps, you may be able to look into the eyes of your demons and see in them sorrow.