Murderer..

oh wow.. until recently when i was thinking.. then i realised that no one understands me.. how great.. i hate to be understood and read like a book.. that just sucks and i can't my crazy thoughts going around coz there're sure to be somebody there to stop me.. coz it's too crazy..

and i also realise one thing that is.. i'm too different from others.. i couldn't change.. i couldn't adapt with what i have now.. oh well.. if there's any easy way to end my life without having my corpse to be whipped like a whipped potato.. maybe i'll do it.. hmm.. nah.. i don't think anyone would care anyway.. maybe i'll write that.. what's that called.. the-letter-written-by-dead-people-announcing-the-inherits-of-his-assets or something like that.. oh wait.. do i have assets? lol.. pathetic old man with nothing left on this world..

and oh.. i miss her.. kinda badly.. oh well.. it's gonna be hell for me again..

Only with things you don't like.. You'll find something you like..