I don't know why I am writing this down. No one, but me will ever read this journal. It's probably for the best since this journal contains my entire life. A life full of blood, misery, torture, chaos and death. Out of all the evil I wrote into this book, one thing has eluded me. I have no idea where I am from, who my parents were or nothing can be used to figure out just who or what I am. All I know is my name and at times, I wonder if it is my real name. Probably not, but it is better than nothing. Nobody else I have come across in my days wondering this world has ever given such a name so I guess it makes me unique. I suppose being unique has it's perks, though. When you live the life I do, being unique is one of the best weapons you can have. Haha, my life is interesting. Going from co