Robert Sweeney, 23 Jun '12

"I always though I'd die an old man and yet I'm still just a teenager. Sitting all alone in hell being eaten alive by a deadly virus, regret. Regret is the main ingredient to man's deadliest poison, it eats away at every last strain of your soul and every little speck of sanity that once kept you "mentally sane". It's a slow process very strenuous and disgusting. It starts as an emotion that'll peck away at your mind for a few days and then eventually it'll reach your core, vigorously destroying your nervous system until your thoughts become dark and scary. It's a plague taking over me and now it's reached my soul."

"Why must I be vicariously sentenced to this torture, was it really my fault?, did she deserve to die?, could I have prevented her death? It's these kind of questions that have taunted me with razorblades, pushed me closer to edges and tied a noose to my neck. It's the questions and what if's that have lead me here to Hell awaiting the tranquility of my last breathe, where I won't have to think about her anymore.