Hey past me,

I’m sitting in our tree. The one I grew up in. It might be the only thing left of us. Everything has changed. From the streets to the houses. From the tv’s to the police stations. I miss the feeling of walking in the rain, carefree and peaceful. I miss talking to people. All of them are gone. It’s quite lonely.

Enjoy everything around you. The smell of the flowers, the feel of th...

People are horrible, all of them. I’m convinced that most people just exist to make the lifes of others terrible. And I’m not trying to sound like an unfeeling idiot over here, but you can’t say that I’m wrong. I wish I was. All people just live to feed their own desires, and today’s case shows exactly that.

In front of me lays the body of a woman other people called Emily. We call her victim numb...