Playt's Council

little boy

Delisional… they call it… delisional they call me… not to myself/…objects things they arnt really there they say… to me they are they they are part of my world.. the world inside my head… my fantasy world Im stuck in which makes it reality to me . I am only a young boy. But I know what most people don’t..i’m 14 and know what this life is. I see in today the following days and I know what the days will behold, I will suffer along with making other people I would have ment suffer, I girl that will end her life for me because of me. Another boy would have become my follower. And because of that that boy, Water, he calls himself as long with other, will only see the darkness and his perspective of life will only be negative views and because of that he will blow up a school he will destroy lifes and kill. Maybe I am fucking up the destination of the years of this world, but still I am not able to live with myself even at this very moment because of what I know. This is my last letter these are my last thoughts…

Here is my story, my plan, my own destination I created for myself. I will end everything I will hang myself from the highest tree that hasn’t been cut down yet, no more of the people that follow me and I shall live with the other spirits the other beens that walk on this earth after they too ended there life. Maybe I should drown myself, stage my own murder. Tie a brick around my feet and jump, cut myself with my left hand so I will bleed, tear my clothes so it looked like another person's doing. Jump and not hold my breath I will drown quicker.