Afterwards, you realize, when there are no pictures of you, when they don't spend time to talk to you, you don't have real friends. They are all just fake. They all just like to pretend to like you and laugh with you because it raises their goddamn popularity measure. Do you not even care about me? What happened in all these years for me to deserve this? Not even a good bye? Don't remember? Fuck you then. Yeah, that's right, fuck you. You give me all this attention and crap when it turns out to be a big fucking joke. Don't make me laugh you shitheads. You think this is funny? Oh, trust me, it won't be funny anymore when you're not alive to laugh about it.
Also, what the hell is up with this weird twitching I have? Do I have tourettes or not? Or is my mind just unconciously making my body do all these things because I have seen someone else have the same problems? It is quite a weird experience. Trapped, trapped in this damn body and I can't get out. Fuck that. Fuck this. Fuck you.

Pathology....oh a movie that would describe the nature I would gladly accept. People in this world, too much, I cannot stand them and their insecurities and damn words that fuck everything up. Everything they do is stupidity and hitting human kind in the fucking head with a chainsaw. That is, if I could only be free to do so. Freedom to stretch my legs and breath and do so much more.