Sometimes it is hard you know. Sometimes I have too much self control. Be thankful that I have all that lovely self control or we might need clean up on isle earth. I wonder what the world would look like with blood spilled in the ocean. Would I care that after everyone was dead that there would be blood in my water? I think not, they make bottle water for that. But you know something. If I did kill the world, I would have to rely on robots. I do not those so called artificial intelligent creatures that I once was. I still have the scars of the proof that I am a human. Oh look what I�m doing. I�m fucking indenting my paragraphs. Let�s pretend that every time I indent I am hitting the paragraph with a bat. Since I do not have the money to spend on cheap plates that I can smash I have to pretend that I am breaking something.
I can not sleep. I can not. The most sleep I got was because I drank myself to sleep. I have gotten a total of about 8 hours starting Thursday night. I hurt so bad, I hurt all over. I hurt in my head, I hurt in my knees, I hurt in my back, I hurt in my soul, and I hurt in my heart. My brain is shutting down. I can�t think to the extent that I could months ago.
I�m about gone, god I wish I could crawl into a hole and just stay there forever.
For the record� I need to sleep
Off the record� I need help
For the record� I hurt
Off the record� Please help me