Geez.

Why? Why now?
Life is so screwed up for me.
It's times like these I contemplate suicide or running away.
I hate my life.
But I'm not like this 'cause of Bob B., though I'm definitely sad he's gone. It's just things happen to
me that I don't understand. Awful things. I'm an idiot.
I'm a monster.
An animal.

I only hurt people, I wish I could love. Be normal!
This is all so frustrating.

, Brandi Beast.