Sooner or later it is over. I will die. We all die..but I would rather die by my own hand. But thats impossible. Because I'm already dead. You killed me. You kill me. Last night I died again. He ripped the clothes off my back and tied my hands and feet together. He pulled a chair leg off and he beat me with it. This morning it aches. I had 3 lines this morning so I'm feeling okay. But the drugs dont work for me anymore. Ive kinda become immune to them. Fuck this im out