My thoughts.Im punished. Always punished - for everything.No matter, if it's just a story or not. Im punished for other's lies.Punished for being the good one, punished for being the bad one,punished for being noone, punished for being someone else, punished for being myself......at all - punished for breathing.But why do I exist at all? Me - The loner. The killer.For the success I'll never have?For the family I never had?For all the luck and the happyness I never experienced? And never will?Isnt it just USELESS? Useless to breath? Useless to fight? To be alive, but dead?I think it is. God damn useless at all.Often I think, ev