You remember that cute little boy? The ginger one who was quiet and shy and polite. he was a very misunderstood young man. He was bullied in school and it made him sad. Now he is dead. You killed him. It's your fault. He no longer is the cute little man he was a few years ago. He has become a monster. It was not his fault. No, he was driven insane by the mean comments he had received his whole life. He is mentally sick. In fact he isn't even a boy anymore. He thinks he is a woman. But he is never alone. No, he has voices in his head that he speaks to from time to time. They have even manifested themselves into what he thinks is a real person. They scream horrible things at him and make him afraid for his life. He even has another personality so that his friends get scared if him. Oh yes, that person that is living in his head takes control of him sometimes and he says the scariest things. Nobody quite understands so he ends up losing friends because of what this things decides to tell everyone. He does not want to live anymore. He is sick and tired of not being himself. He wishes that he could reverse the clock and become the cute, little boy he once was. To a time when he was not in agony every minute of every day. He is done. He has had enough of trying to fix himself but failing on multiple occasions. Right now the person who is writing this message is the evil side of the young boy. The young boy will soon be gone forever and overthrown by the evil inside. He needs urgent help. Hey will not receive it. He will be twisted and deceived. He wants to apologise for anything said or done by the evil side before it happens. When I get arrested someone please tell this story to the cops and request for him to transferred to a mental asylum instead of prison. Goodbye friends. I'm sorry. I love you all dearly. This may be my final farewell.