11.54 pm

i hope i die soon and you feel the blood running on your head and i wanna see u screaming when u find the river behind your desk...i hope u feel guilty as you always make me feel, i hope so many fucking bad feelings you confront someday...cause u made my life miserable every time u could....i hope you understand that the only thing i only tried to do and do and do...was to make you feel proud of my little existence....i love you and i hate you....but the hate you make me feel for myself is bigger than my goals...i don't want to live like this anymore...i don't want to hide my face on the corner, i don't want to run....so, I'm gonna bleed tomorrow at 7 o'clock...and I'm gonna be condemned like a corpse, but your gonna be fucked seven seconds more....seven years, seven decades, but it's gonna be for ever ...you're gonna feel one minute like an eternity burning your fingers when my blood runs through.....now i feel calm...now i know i don't have to deal with you anymore...just maybe a couple of hours...but you are gonna deal with the image of my disgraced corpse for thousands and thousands of minutes getting blue behind your desk...getting purple all over your floor.