Confessions of a Potential Serial Killer

There are days i wish i never got out of bed..
Wished that I could just go back
To yesterday or whatever was before
and undo the mess i've made.

Then again,
Maybe the mess was worth it.
It probably wouldn't matter anymore.
It won't hurt any less.

But what would be,
the best explaination for my preoccupation with hate.

Yesterday was a lie.
Today is a farce.
Tomorrow ceases to exist.