

The Diary of a KillerIt's just flashing lights and having fun until someone gets hurt. Everyone says what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but it's not true. Not when you are a sick, cold-hearted serial killer. For I take my killing country-wide, in search I find those who wronged me in the past.The Diary of a Killer
I'm swift, silent and very deadly, like a king Cobra. All they see is a blade glinting in the moonlight, then it's lights out. I leave crimson blood all over the walls as if it were paint. So many I've killed, but nothing satisfies me, no matter how I exterminate each victim.
My family asked why I kille


Suicide Is The Wrong Way OutAs I walk into the bathroom,Suicide Is The Wrong Way Out
I look in the mirror and see me. A loser, a fat disgusting loser. My face looks pale and riddled with acne. As I look at myself, I see all the bad memories rushing through my head.
I want it all to stop,
I just want to disappear and leave no trace. There's nothing I could do to help me leave. I glance at the medicine cabinet. Should I stop? Should I open my passage to death?
My instincts say no, but my fucked up mind says yes. In a flash, I open a bottle. I choke it down, making sure that it kills


Faded SoulBlood, tears, beauty Three words that always appearFaded Soul
When I'm thinking about...him It all started in high school
I was only a geek always stuffed into lockers No one noticed me, no one cared Until he came along My life changed completely, and everyone knew My name, face and life
But right after sophomore year, it all ended Because he hurt me inside and told everyone what happened He knocked me up and then left Everyone called me a slut, a whore
They’d never let me live it down I was hurt even more and no one knew They killed my baby,
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To be ones-self, one must be true to thyself.
To be someone else, one must find an expert costume maker.
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