Chapter 1:
Urge to Kill
April 22, 2020
I wanted to kill but I am such a coward to do so. I hate this place. I hate this city. Scums all over the place. Which I cannot stand these faces. Every day I woke up and go to work and feel nothing. God help us all. I used to pray every night.
April 23, 2020
Violent urges are controlling my mind. I need to fight back. But I can't. Maybe I am too coward too to get arrested. I fucking hate the police they are scum. They are useless to these bad people. I met a drug addict late at night. He whistled at me. I wish I could run yet still I needed to kill him.
April 25, 2020
I am not feeling very well. They laugh at me because of how I looked. I wanted to stab each of them. I am too much of a weak to do so. I seek God and pray to him. I raise my hand at night and feel the wind going at my direction. There are bad people staring at me every day. Most of them are tattooed and thin and evil glare. I don't-
May 2, 2020
I cut my hair differently. My eyes has gone worse. Those sleepless nights. I cannot resist but to drink alcohol late at night. There must be some way out of here. I use drugs but not often.
May 7, 2020
I often forgot how I managed to keep a normal mental mind. I refused to take the medication but somehow I do take them. I hate crying but I do it alone. There must be another way to kill this pain. I've been repeating words and words so I don't know. I stopped education to ease my-
May 8, 2020
These people are scaring me.
May 12, 2020
I've been obsessed with a girl. I saw her and makes me smile. The last time we talked to each other she smiled at me and came closer.
June 1, 2020
I am going to write often now. I forgot my diary existed and found this at my cabinet. I sure hope nobody would see this. If so then this will be how I am remembered.
June 2, 2020
Mother I am deeply sorry for my actions and I hope you can forgive me for what I've done. I don't care if people laughed at you. I am still here to protect you no matter what happens to us. As for you my father thank you for working hard for us. I wish you could forgive-
June 3, 2020
I am not really good at writing. Why would I just write every day.
June 10, 2020
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