Dear fucking diary. This IS IT. I can't take this bullshit anymore. The blood, the gore, the death.. I can't do it anymore. I'm seeing things, hearing things, I can't get the look of Sophie out of my head.. How I had to plunge my fucking GLADIUS into her damn stomach...
Oh god.. Sophie.. Me and her went to school together. I didn't know it was her. Oh god.. I loved her.. But she died not knowing that. Me and her. I was Roman, and she was Greek. That was the only thing that kept us apart...
After the first two months of the war.. I started seeing shit, and hearing shit. I started seeing fucking monsters that came straight from a horror game, or some fucked up movie.. I even went blind for some time.. Post PTSD they called it, they gave me pills, but that only made me decide what I was going to do..
I had to do it, I smithered the Medic's brain all over the wall, and kill my girlfriend.. They pretended to care about me.. They said that they will do anything in their power to make the things go away... BULLSHIT.. I am done with the world.
I hope my rotting corpse brings nightmares to all of you, have fun scrapping the brains off of the walls.