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i just need a hug from a snow-white angel with huge wings, so that he would quickly take me away from here and we would fly away together into his heavenly oblivion 

i just feel so bad for Aileen. Like, the whole world literally let her down—every single damn person. Isn't that a real reason to hate people? How could you not turn into a serial killer after that? She was literally let down by the lover she truly loved, and by her parents, too. Even in prison, some stupid Christian family tried to use her to get money and fame off her name. It just sucks so much. But at least she had one friend—that’s the one thing that’s actually heartwarming. The only person who didn't let her down and loved her with all their heart; that friend stayed with her right to the very end. All u really need is love.

The Criminal Code stops me from being myself...

i am not human; my soul belongs to other worlds. i am beyond reach - impossible to capture or hurt - because i do not even exist.

i hope there will be more lesbian, femcel and asexual women killer maniacs. i’m tired of primitive, monotonous men and the equally primitive women who indulge them. i don't think their lifestyle is normal. the heterosexual lifestyle is suck.

the dream world is the best thing ever. except for the rain. escaping into my own world of fantasy has become something of a routine and a habit. it’s become so basic that i can no longer live and function normally without it. i literally live in my head, woven from fantasies and illusions, and for me personally, it's simply wonderful. i don't understand how it could be any other way. i don't see any downsides. i'm ready to live like this forever, i'm not bothering anyone, so who cares? after all, this world is too boring, too monotonous for me. i want to fly, create, and live in fantastical, magical worlds.

in this world, no one, NO ONE, can understand me, understand how much pain and emptiness there is inside me, the size of our entire universe. not a single human soul on planet Earth can understand this. At all. i don't need it. i don't need anything else. from people. everything has no meaning, no purpose. everything around me is an endless nightmare, but only in this reality, I experience constant derealization with a traumatic reality. I'll run into the forest, drown myself in a swamp, if only no one and nothing would hurt me again. My soul is bleeding, I'm just a little rabbit in a cage, lost and wounded. Keep your false hopes to yourself.