Prologue

Wednesday, 4th of September

I declare that this is no longer my diary and more of a suicide note.

I feel like I shouldn't be here anymore.

Why stay with a bunch of morons who don't love and understand you?

Why stay when you have to find food like a dog on the streets?

Why stay when people refuse to come near you?

Why stay when you're dying anyway?

Why stay when you can't even get a simple, stupid ass friend?

Why stay, when life is miserable?

WHY STAY, WHEN IN THE END, YOU'RE JUST AN INSIGNIFICANT PART OF SOCIETY?

...

I do not, and never will, regret this decision.

To anyone who thinks of me as family, fuck you.

With that said...

Goodbye.

*****

Wednesday, 11th of September

I'm alive.

I'M ALIVE.

I'm alive?

Why am I alive?

I wanted death.

I don't care about the pain.

Why do the doctors have to save me?

Why don't they understand?

Why do the ugly creatures known as my family, cry?

I just don't get it.

No one ever cared about me, and no one will.

So why save me?

Maybe...

Maybe, if I put them in the same situation, they'll get it.

But not yet.

I need time to experiment and improvise.

Yes, it will take time.

But they shall feel it, eventually.

At least then, I won't have to suicide again.

Ever.