Murderer

__ I had a dark face, i was described as an Indian boy when i was young. Lots of people said my look is very fierce when they first met me. I never care, because I always assumed I'm a good guy. My family, friends, lover knew me, that's enough.

__ Today, I used my bloody hand to hurt someone. I can't imagine why did i become so cruel, bad and evil. I treated that as a tree which i have planted for several years. I thought destroying a tree that will not affect to me, but i'm wrong. I'm really pain. I know i will not be forgiven, because i killed, destroyed the one I cherish.


__ I can feel that I'm a human without soul. The cold wind penetrate my clothes and corrode my inner body. It has frozen all of me. I can't feel any heat from my heart anymore. i'm going to become cold-blooded.

__ cold-blooded, maybe that's the only word i can describe myself now.

__ For those  who visit this blog, try not to treat me well. I will hurt you in the end. I'm officially a bad guy.