Every Last Drop

Everything that has ever been done or said affects you. No matter how small it may be. It can affect you mentally and physically.

Now the things that have happened to me have had a great affect on me. I've become insane if you will or so they say. A sociopath in the highest sense of the term. I honestly don't believe that, but I might just be in a state of denial.

That, dear readers, is how I ended up here, confined in a straight jacket, in a high security "hospital for the clinically insane". Now the flaw in the title of this confinery is the term hospital. This place is more of a prison if anything else. Just a place for the 'sane' to lock those who they deem as freaks up. Aren't we all insane though, not in society's sense of the word but still insane. This little theory comes from one question; what is sanity? for surely it seems impossible to reach. Oh I am rambling aren't I? I was supposed to be telling you a story. Well then I will pertaining to the first paragraph. I shall entitle it; everyday affects.

My birth was not a happy one. My mother died during the process which ultimately devastated my father. Am I sad about this? No. How can I mourn someone I've never met? Do I wish I could of known her? I'm not sure yet. This event affected my childhood and adolescence as my father blamed my mother's death on me therefore taking it out on me. The typical abuse story, but this isn't an abuse story.

In kindergarten I was the one lid every on thought had coodies. That's normal as kids will be kids. Alas this also affected me. My father already thought something was wrong with me and this helped to further push the idea in to my young four year old head.

I was always an outcast and I've never minded until grade four. This i...

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...also brought my others victims' blood and washed every thing in blood except for one wall. There I used the left over blood and wrote.

299 souls plus one more

I regret nothing

I do not regret the happiness I feel nor do I regrets pilling much blood you may take me away now

I do not care but please do take care of my father's body and treat it as carelessly as possible. thisi s a letter of the nothing and rubbish and freak I hope it stays with you.

G.S

After that I called the police myself and sat there under my letter drenched in blood with a blank expression. Although on the inside I was the happiest I have ever been.

Now I am here and I still regret nothing as I've proved my point.

Never ignore, abuse, or mistreat the 'freak'. It may come back to haunt you......or kill you. whatever it maybe.