know they are coming. Thought insertion is the what is the thing that is hurting. I cut now because will get aliens and FBI put things in me. Every movement and every second the death is coming closer. Can't cry or think, going catatonic is no fun. Why me is my fault for everything for no reason. They accuse me of it. I say the car and they track and wow is it me. Depression sucks because art brings no money. My life is error and failure. The greatness of my brother is amazing. You wonder if it is me but no one knows anything. I can't rain in the sun not in here. I am so sad, a burden to the universe. Planets know why and who I am and they die and so do I. I must wait to die but I get commands from everyone and the FBI and aliens are fighting over me. Pick up the knife they say and slit my wrist. But the aliens at the house is plotting and what me for their planet. Capture and torture. Don't want that. The micro machines inside is making me depressed. Money? What is that and wow not for me. Totally worthless and what is hope again? Mess everywhere and why did I kill millions? People who are around everywhere is saying that I need to die but can't do it now. This week is neat but no voices which is the greatest news of all. I am neurotic and the depression wants so much that I can't concentrate difficult to write. What is future, my computer is the thing that goes error all the way but I have no future because of the worthlessness. My leg shakes. My heart beats too fast and pills are poison but not certain ones. Hot flash now. No delusions but the truth and nothing but the truth I like that show the moment of truth. No one wants to hear and think respond because they know who I am and I am no one. Cruises are fun and I must live 2 weeks. But the death of the alien torture or FBI micro machines might come before that. There what is now a new psychologist says all of everything is just autism happy not psychotic. Mind is blank again for the reason of stupidity. What is my brain, what brain? $600 a month is no good, oh why me again? I love to fly but will die from people that lie. Movies are good, I see one tomorrow and its cool. My psychiatrist knows that nothing is good and doesn't care and he is thinking of ways to kill me. They control every movement and stuff thoughts and I don't eat much did I say depression sucks? This happens for no reason because bad luck from everything is annoying. What now do I do for the stupid depression? More every second of my life, it gets worse and why does this happen?