Fighting the war in my mind. Losing battles. Losing the will.

I wish I could strangle you with my love.

I feel disassociated. Take more to make you feel hollow. I want to kiss your hives.

He needs to feel high, otherwise it is not real. To love you, I need more drugs. Please send vast quantities. Send them in bags labelled: "Not Drugs".

Away from the agony. I need to create in order not to go insane. The repition is killing me. The predictability is killing me. When I can see the future I foresee a problem.

She is a cancer on humanity. Destroy her any chance that you get.

Send letters to the dead.

They are all dead. Walking dead.