This is heaven. You can stop praying now.

But now I have a lot of little kids who watched Invader Zim whenever they could find it on television.

Dear Die-ary, today I stuffed some dolls full of dead rats I put in the blender. I'm wondering if, maybe, there really is something wrong with me.

In certain ways it is incredibly damaging considering the stuff I did before certainly wasn't for kids.

I never killed anyone. I avoid going over that edge by writing about a guy who has taken a flying leap over it.

It's cool that people like what I do, but I don't work for the audience.

Trust me, I know what self loathing is. But to kill myself? That would put a damper on my search for answers. Not at all productive.