I always knew there had to be a reason for the waking up screaming, insomnia, freaking increasing paranoia and anxiety.

I read somewhere that the dream is supposed to reveal your true form, or the condition your heart is in. Does this mean I'm some sick, twisted, demented creature that can't do anything but basically scream about the things it does wrong, and bleed out it's sins?

Today sucks. All I want to do is have it come to an end, I'm sorry for bringing down all of your lives, I'm sorry for spamming you with drama, I'll stop. I apoligize for my selfishness. I'm just tired of living in the shadow of my brother and stepping on people to get to his status...

Despi out. G'night... G'bye. Whatever you wanna say.

P.S. Hey dad, remember when your cousin died and you said that it should've been me? Well. I hope you're proud of yourself. I'm just an animated corpse of your creation.