Hi guys. I'm called artem iskhakov and I want to tell a story about what happened tonight. 01/22/18 03:40

I killed my neighbor. and fucked. twice. perhaps I will do it again, but it starts to cool down, slightly unpleasant to smell and not as narrow as it was the first time.

why did I do it? I do not know, because I'm tired of listening to her fucking explanations on why she's against drinking with me and seeing how she tries to drive to my friend, how they communicate in class and realize that I'm not that good, so that we had at least some similar relationship with her. I was hatching this idea somewhere else from the first days of January and picturing in my head how this happens. then I was fucking off myself. very much ohuel. very very very much. and then came the fact that Tanya did not eat until the summer, because the parents do not have money to repair now and I fucked up again.

 how did it all happen? she returned home, I was sitting in the kitchen, she started to go to her room and I punched her face, she fell to the floor. I hit several more times, she bleeds from her mouth and she starts asking me to leave. I did not go, lol. I began to choke her. During this, she still continued to say something like "go away." At one point she clearly lost consciousness, but her heart continued to beat. I decided quickly, while it was still cold, as they say, fucking her. Having finished my business, I realized that my heart, a bitch, is still beating. then I held my hands on my neck again - zero effect. Then I took the knife and cut her throat. I do not know how well I did it, but the blood was decent. Ich, the pulse still remained. Then I took a knife and stuck it to my left between the ribs two times. then I pissed with the sasha in the cart from her phone, fucked again and decided to go write this text. people are surprisingly tenacious, as it turned out, or I did not have enough physical strength to strangle her quickly. even at some point, I pushed her pantyhose into her mouth, so as not to see the blood and not hear any strange sounds that continued to emanate her body. and, and even pulled the throat of one of the ropes I was buying to try the shibari with her. ironically, yes? Well, okay, such details are important only to all the fucked perverts.

 now there will be a piece with words to people. order is in no way connected with the importance of people. as comes to mind, so I write.

 mojaev - you are an asshole. I hope you do not get up any worse with any of your friends. fucking fuck, pizdzha for a relationship, you could fucking take and stop talking to her for a while, so she calmed her fucking feelings. and die your chsv, it's not cool

 ilenko - free yourself from the bondage of whit. it's not yours, you will not be happy with it, start to engage in your psychological state and be a fucking dude

 kocheshkov - that untold story - I fucked vita somewhere in May. Be a good girl. Let's sit down?

 vita salakhov - free yourself from the fetters of Dima. it's not yours, you will not be happy with it. your constant fucking kicks and your desire to hide in front of him is the most obvious example of the fact that everything is fucked up

 Vanya Galushko - I hope the army will not affect you as much as a person and you will be a cunt guy

sister - do not grow stupid pussy, I beg you

Mikhail Yurievich - I did not tell you much and at some point even lied that it was bad and hard for me. probably, it was not worth it to do and everything would have turned out differently, but alas, and what was done, it's done. you are a good psychologist and I am glad that I dealt with you

artem sergeevich - I do not understand why you ignored me the last couple of times when I wrote to you, but it does not matter. Thank you for giving me the contacts of a psychologist and writing out the pills, thereby somehow easing my life

Vita from Peter - I was an extremely fucking friend, whatever one may say. you are very cool and good, forgive me for all the times when I did you bad. especially for the situation when I came to St. Petersburg and we did not meet. I hope all your problems are solved and you will live a fucking life

Lida - we have not talked very much, but you seem like a very nice and sweet girl, stay with her and I hope everything will be all right for you. if you read this, give it to the psychologist.

Timur - forgive me for coming to you and making me listen to it all. it is a pity that we did not have a classic fraternal relationship. I love you

parents - I'm a complete disappointment for you. I was a drug addict, constantly lied to you and did not love you, but almost hated, even though you did only good things to me, but such is life and such a person. you brought me up as a good person, but I turned somewhere wrong in life. do not blame yourself, please

parents of Tania (if you somehow get it) - forgive me for having deprived you of your only child. I loved her, very much, but Tanya was too selfish and that's why it all happened. you are very good people. I really, really hope that you will have the strength to go through it. once again, forgive, even such a forgive and you can not

Alice - I behaved like an end-all asshole in relation to you. Forgive everything and I hope everything will be fucking you

colleagues from work - you booed guys. I hope my shit code can be sorted out by anyone and will support a single window and smbp. Lech - you bitch guy. Ilya - you too cunt, do not get drunk, please. the rest - fuck and everything will be cool.

alina - forgive me for fucking the brain with talk about the tanya.

the rest - forgive me if I made you some kind of fuck or something. live pussy and do not be such a fucker like me.

you know, at this moment I realized what kind of fucking I did. I felt cold and my hands began to shake even more, hehe. my God, this is fucking, fucking, corpse. but now I have nothing left but to collect my strength and get drunk. it is very easy to kill a person, but to realize it is not. but now you can check whether there is life after death. very much I want to go to bed and understand what will happen to me after all these events. I used to love her. his fucked love, but he loved. oh yes, I'm still relatively drunk, not in shit, of course, but still. an extremely ibanskie act on my part. I'm a terrible person. I plus a minus all about it spoke, and you did not trust. I fucked on the idea of fucking Tanya so much that I killed her. Of course, this was not the main reason, but the fact that I raped her cooling corpse, says a lot. I'm probably an unhealthy man mentally. although which is probably lol. really want to watch what will happen next.

she was so cheerful when she went to escort Dima, eh. the author of the song "we are possible" is a fucking asshole, a couple of times to hear your fucking psyche, you perceive it as a call to action. extremely incoherent nonsense. also, sorry for all the typos and stuff in this text. I'm too lazy to re-read. in my opinion, I lived a life full of boredom. astin, basil, I'm coming to you, my dear friends. in fact, I do not really want to die, because, my God, there's so much more to do in this fucking world, but the situation is such that I'm hardly going to jail from prison, and if I do, I'll get to Durk, and this even more fucked up. fuck this way to live, in short. I'm thinking, hang myself, open the veins, or try to stick a knife into my heart for once or twice or three. it is very difficult to choose. or even under a train to jump. she has such a thin neck. and cool breasts. I said that I love her?

but I even will not live until 20, heh. my world began to fall apart a few months ago and now I completely destroyed it. revolt from the ashes - a lie.

I'm not trying to justify myself. what I did was awful, but I did what I wanted and thought fit, because I can fuck. could. I'll go out the Buters. I will enjoy it while I can.
ate and fucked her again, fuck. lie down to sleep for a few hours.
slept.
it's very funny how the brain starts to generate thousands of reasons to live when you start thinking about death. so much, just fucking.
she is now in the next room, and I sit and smile. I'm not sure that I even had a shock, it's strange. The first time the idea of killing someone came to me in class at 5-6, when a fly came to me, we played in a computer, and when he left I thought that it would be very cool to strangle him with a wire from charging for a laptop and throw the body on stairs.
I lived with my demons and tried to fight. did not work out. I'm too weak-minded person, and it's all pathetic attempts to justify myself, I guess. now I throw thoughts out of my head. the last, I hope, again. my last code is a server that will host this paste and show the text after a while.

It's a bit sad that I never got my GP in 80k. and do not get it. and I will not look at the new vidos on YouTube. fucking, I just want to disappear from the real world and watch everything from above. she's so cold, huh. like her heart towards me. I would like that everything would turn out differently. the last almost two years. that we continued to be together, so that my roof would not go, so that there was not all this epic with Mozhaev, so that there would not be her stupid husband. funny, he is now a widower. you know, when I strangled her, I did not have a drop of regret and doubt. and it is very exciting. WHAT TO FUCK WITH ME NOT SO AND WHEN IT STARTED.

before that I did not punch anyone in the face with all my strength. I regret my decision. almost. I thought I would cut myself as usual and calm down, but something went wrong. I wonder how much you fuck at reading. I would be fucked. my aggression was able to find a way out. the final chord. I can not even sob even now. it's amazing how to just lose all of humanity in yourself. I do not know, after what time the corpse begins to smell, but I hope that by the time when everyone is sleeping, I will not exist any more. too much hope. again in a dream to tend begins, fuck. and his hands tremble a little.
funnily enough, today I even did something at work. I wonder how much I will be a great loss for the team.
I'm still thinking about the chances of a normal life if I do not get drunk. any? likely. I do not want to go to jail, I will not take it there. I no longer have a purpose for existence. For a while, it was a desire to take care of the thane and return it, and now I myself have deprived myself of this. and her parents deprived them of their beloved daughter. they are good people. that's before whom I really feel a little ashamed, so it's in front of them. I have fucked all the moral settings. tear almost flowed out.
I remember how, under acid, I realized all the crystal purity and beauty of love. that's what my brain turned into. what have I become. sorry. I can not atone for my sins. I'll go kiss the thaw in the cold forehead and prepare. she lies there dead and cold with no moving fingers. what have I done, fuck. fucking fuck.
how much I want to say more, but I do not know what else to add.
if you have, or someday, a friend / girlfriend who / will suffer so much for someone, beat him up in fuck and try to explain that such communication will lead to nothing good. it just destroys you and ravages your psyche.

I ruined the happiness of several people, and for what? in the end there is only one emptiness that will swallow me up. it is extremely curious to see the reaction of all the persons connected with us, but no, I must die. I. must. I hope, all will turn out. there was the last cigarette. There is no way back. this paste is the quintessence of attention. but what to do. remember something good about me at least sometimes. I did not think that everything would end like this. finish the last and leave. It is a pity that she will not be able to watch her TV series in an embrace any more and chat.

Once again, forgive me for everything. and no one should blame himself and think that you overlooked or something, no one would have thought, I'm sure I can do it.

zero emotions. I comprehended Zen. drink it because I'm in hell. Farewell. goodnight, sweet princess.
01/22/18 15:55


I'm standing on my knees
with the realization that he had done it.
the knife was stuck in the abdominal cavity
the one I loved with all my heart.


put on my funeral "Der Golem - No"
fucking, and I in fact completely forgot that there is a message timer.

ul. Cossack, 3k4, the apartment number I do not know, like 31 or 32 or 33, but this is the first floor in the entrance to the left. Call the cops.
55.763497, 37.658109

password from the application sbera - 08080, from the rocket - 4104, on the cards too, 4104, other passwords - jktirijngt, JKTRIjngt5512 (and any variations with permutation of numbers and caps), on laptop you can make pass ls in the console, password from the password store on the laptop - jktirijngt, I'll take off the phone with the phone, perhaps. the password from the tannic laptop is 741852nh, suddenly there is something important there. from my laptop - root / jktirijngt