... and so I ask not to write depressing material which dosen't benefit the fate of the world anymore but yet i don't have a home to turn to when I feel the urge to pass this dark deep demon tapping on my shoulder and shouting in my ear.

I don't think there is another way to let go of my sins anymore, all stuck in my head, causin my outer apperence ...
he looks steady, ready and calm..

but it's just another time ticking bomb ..and from the public we don't want to hear your tales unless you ripped yourself from head to toe.

it's another of his 'moments' again.

they don't see , they don't feel what he has to say bcuz readin this from the aspect of the outsider, it means absolutely nothing

so he turns to his faithful typin thumbs and asks..

"just one more time?"

and they do what he say.. bcuz it isn't just a blog anymore ... it's a diary of his hate, depression and sins into one compact universe of the internet,

so give me a pen and paper and I'll write and write till you see through the eyes of the nariator