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1986-04-13
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Male
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In the depths of my mind
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2004-03-15
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Assassin, among other things
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Unknown
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Hacked into government files and beat most video games
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September 15, 2001
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Gundam wing
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To die sometime soon...something like that
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Martial arts, collecting manga and anime videos, downloading pictures, and hacking into unauthorized places
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Hacking and video gaming
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Thursday, May 13, 2004
Thanks
My pain is only the beginning; my parents have hurt me real bad and with no valid reason. But I bet if they were to look, at how easily I break now. I may be lost for words but know what I want. It’s been hard to control myself, especially when I’m pissed. I’m about ready to kill myself soon. Are you satisfied now?! I hate myself with a passion. I should probably act soon, because it’s only a matter of time before I die, yes I can feel it; the end is near. I can see myself clean now it’ll be in an alleyway with a bottle of “Snake Blood” and drugs. Hey dad, I bet you didn’t see this coming or wait could it be my own blood I drink? Who knows, you’ll never know! But for now I’ll just imagine that night, that night that I’ll kill myself slow and painful. It’ll be right in front of everyone and they won’t even realize it either, my plan is set and ready. I’m beyond reason so don’t try to change me. I hate that! I’ll get so high and drunk that I can’t stand and I need the brick wall of the abandoned warehouse to catch my fall, the warehouse that I used to run away to. You know, a home away from home. I know exactly how it’s going to end. I see it; maybe I have a third eye or something. I won’t have a shirt on and I’ll be sweating, as bad as I usually do. My pants will hang down so low that they’ll be exposing my boxers. I’ll have my regular socks and shoes and rubber band cutting of my circulation in my arm. I’ll be so filthy and a strong scent of alcohol will reek from me. My face will be as usual emotionless with a hint of being tired. But my body will look quite ruff, like I was in a fight. That’s what I see when I end it all. Until that day I reuse to let my emotions spill. I’ll let off some steam but not all, got to save some for next time. But wait I have enough to shave. Do you want some?
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Me (anyone I want to be)
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