It seems that a madness has taken me over. In the quiet night my heart pounds and all the beauty of the world has left me. Alone. Sad. Ashamed beyond anything I ever thought possible.

A hatred grows within me. Like some vile disease. A black stain upon my soul. It's me. I do not like or comprehend what I have become. So horribly fucking human. So utterly alive.

All I want is to be numb again. To rid myself of you.