5/31/2026
dear diary,
it's been 286 days since i have been out of the mental hospital, 411,840 minutes since i've killed my parents, and 24,710,400 seconds since i've breathed fresh air, and all of it was worth it.
The torture they put me through, all came down to their own daughter stabbing them 1035 times. Payback of them hitting me 1035 times when they started to drink.
I need to admit that staying in this small enclosed room with barely anything is nothing but depressing, but the sight of the biggest traitors lying dead in front of you erases the pain. At the end the surroundings really don't matter, at all.
The only things i miss is my childhood. The laughter, the happiness, movie nights, day out with friends, and no drinking.
Now i just count the seconds, minutes, hours, days and years, the only thing keeping me entertained. It feels weird holding my own diary and pen after almost a year of not writing, but it also feels good because the hospital found it in the ruins of my burnt home and gave it back to me.
Sometimes, i do need to kill people get rid of people to satisfy myself, and i am not afraid or ashamed to admit it, or show it.
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