My day started as it usually does thoughts of death and suicide, as my life is such that it is barely worth living. I commenced with a healthy breakfast, and by healthy I mean utterly despairing and not worth eating. I wish I could die and implode upon my feelings of utter despair. I hate all who look at me, I pity any who don’t. On a lighter note, my typing finger's getting bored, and the void is widening. It encompasses me like the back hole of death encompasses one who is dying. I leave you now with thoughts of death, unholy sacrifice and a bloodlust for wanton destruction.