I look back and can't help but wonder.

I certainly didn't control my life.

I used to hang out with pyschopaths who liked hurting me.

It's like a part of my code.

Fuck God and all that jazz.

Why does this shit happen?

Am I a psychopath?

The doctors say schizo-affective.

So what do I do?

Kill myself?

Nah.

I've just been isolating with Pornhub and smoking weed.

At least then

No one gets hurt.