Are you out there? Somewhere? I've been doing wrong things for the wrong reasons. And I realize too late that you were using me and my friends. Maybe i'm tired of myself. Maybe I'm sick of being what I was made to be. You made me like this, and maybe I don't have a choice. You can make me slaughter innocent people, as I lose my friends one by one, but now I know that the real enemy, .............???
scaryer
