JULY 8TH
Probably thinking I died at the hands of those sick people, hm? Well, no. I did their job for them.
I mean, what’s the point of living in a world you know is bound for hell? And thinking of every single man who’s soul was damned to contribute to the fall of his own world. And his wife. And his kids.
Come to think of it, it breaks a man who watches everything and everyone he loves running in fear. Dying. And getting back up again as a demon. And he thinks to himself that the last moment he had with them he took for granted.
I watched it all burn. I watched so many people die and I wonder if they deserved it. At the time, I didn’t know what the fuck was going on.
I miss every second in which I bore a family that I didn’t deserve. That I didn’t want to be in. I deserved to die, not them.
And I can’t live like this. Not anymore.

…if there was a God, where is he now?

(A note I found beside a dead guy. Sounds like his suicide note.)