1. December 14th, 2018
December 14th, 2018
Here I am, still breathing, still alive, still here. Fuck. Here comes yet another day. Why am I alive, though? Why do I have to wake up every fucking morning and discover that the world is still a shitty place with bunch of shitty people I want to kill? Why do I have to go to work today, when I can just lie on my uncomfy bed and watch some documentaries? Maybe Columbiana again? God damit, those two guys had the balls to do the right thing. Ok, I dont like the blood and shit and screams, or when their parents cry. But still, Ricky and Martin, I think those were their names, they had COJONES! Smart guys. They have shown to those loosers in the school what it takes to be a man. There is too much pussies these days. Everybody is so ofensive, like a dry vagina. It was sad to see all those people crying and lightning candels, but hej, somebody got to do something. Stupid idiots from Columbiana shoudn’t act like that towards Ricky and Martin. I would do the same thing like they have done. Maybe I will go to my old school and teach them a lesson. Fuck, why am I alive? I should have been dead long time ago. Everything around me needs to burn. I will kill a bunch of people, and, yeah! This Diary will tell everybody why have I done it. My diary will relieve everything and everybody will know why I will do what I will do. Fuck! This world is filled with assholes, cocroches and stupid, retarded gays, niggers, muslims, christians and vegans. Everything needs to burn. Why am I alive? What do I have to do to make this world a better place? God damit, I would be so happy to see with my own two eyes the return of dinosaurus than to watch these patethic creatures called ″humans″. I hate everybody. Everyone. There will come a day when I will take my dad’s rifle and start filling those idiots with lead. And then someone will come, let’s say Peter Jackson, or Robert Zemekis, he is my favoriet, no, I want Guy Richie. Let’s say Guy make a documentary about me and my life and why I did what I did. Maybe he will read this diary; The Diary of My Death, and see how cool and smart and caring guy I was, with big cojones!
It’s time to go to work. I will write tomorrow if I get to be alive or free. I think I’m going to kill someone.…
