Mosse wrote:
F*** stalkers. F*** my mother. F*** you all. I know how to make a noose. I have some rope. I have something to jump off of...
Like isn't for ret*ds like me. I don't deserve life. I don't deserve food. I don't deserve water. I don't deserve a computer like this. I don't deserve love from anyone else. I don't deserve clothes. I don't deserve a house. I do deserve to be the ret*d I am. I deserve to be dead. From now on, I won't eat, sleep, drink, or lie down. I will stay on the floor doing nothing. Waiting for the perfect moment... the moment of death. I will torture myself to speed up the process. All of this because of two people... the freak I am, ad the sadistic b**** of a mother I have. This isn't a temporary problem. There is no cure for AS. There is no cure for stalkers. There is no cure for sadistic b**** mothers.
Yeh, sure - blame Yourself...

Why the hell would You let them know that they won?
I hate my life too - yet I don't say I don't deserve it; I just simple think that world is a cruel bastard who likes to watch me crawling through earth, moaning from pain - just like larva - helpless and worthless... Death is afraind of myself - She doesn't want to take me into the knigdom of nothiness...
Why would You want to let them know they won?

Fight them. Hate them. Destroy this bound which keeps You restless