[Journal] 132 days after losing everything
What's the point? Why should I keep living? I am dead already after all. People despise me. People fear me. I have no one. I am no one. I feed on innocent people. I kill them against my will. Or do I... really... I am a monster for the rest of the eternity. Why should I keep living so miserably? Why did you do this to me? I am a threat to everyone in this city and I didn't even manage to kill myself. Jumping off a roof? Done. I only broke my left ankle. Jeez, it didn't even tickle. Entering a burning house? Done. I smelled like grilled pork for a whole week. Hanging myself? Was like taking a nap. In way more boring. I know. There's the stake through the heart. It must be the solution. It works in the movies. It's known for being efficient. I don't know. Maybe. Or maybe I'll just ruin a shirt. Who knows. Maybe I4ll try tomorrow. But why did you do this to me...
