Hey new fellow Butcher fans! I would like your opinions on this snippet I have posted, freshly pasted from my work computer! 
I'm not promising it'll be good, as it took less than 20 minutes all in one fell swoop, but I'd like to know your opinions on whether or not there's anything intriguing here! Thanks! And please be nice. For I am a tender teenager of heart and mind....alright alright alright. I've been told I'm caustic and morbid. But do be nice. 
Today as I wake the walls are black, mentally at least. I painted them myself, you know. The mind is the greatest place for such menial tasks. Why take physical effort, when mere mental will do? Besides. I'd found the previous peachy color just too...cheerful; especially for one of my mentality. I cannot abide such things. The laughter and the gaities, they become so wearing after awhile. The doctors say they are supposed to be mentally stimulating, that they should help me to better understand the opposite nature of mankind. But it doesn't. Perhaps i don't understand the goals of my dear doctors. All I know is that when I see the cheerful and hear their laughter, all I can think about are the ways in which I could make them stop.
I giggle now. The thought conjurs such images, inviting them to flow freely into my mind. They said I was repulsive, did my associates. They thought my private thoughts ludicrous when I momentarily lost my judgment and began to speak out loud. It was my first and last mistake in the free world. I have since been put into a "hospital", or so they call this prison with no bars. This prison where not even my fellow patients will look me in the eye. I imagine they have heard the tales, having been given word of my savagery from every major news source over the past year. I sometimes evesdrop on my doctors, hear what they're saying about me in the outside world. They call me mindless. A monster, others say. Yet all I am is a personification of the evil they embrace.
Don't you find it funny how their hypocrisy runs rampant like a raging bull? They call me monster for the attrocities I have commited when they themselves have commited so much worse. It is a fact that the greatest crimes, the most horrible actions, are never solved. These creatures who so confidently call themselves "human" think they are so much better than the likes of me, when in reality we're cut from the same cloth. We are different pieces to be sure, but the fact that our material is identical in its nature is a fact that can never be erased. No matter how hard they try.
The only difference between me and the free race is that I was caught. Meanwhile they gather in their secret places, taking actions I can only dream of, laughing at me for letting others get to me. The vain populace does not acknowledge your existence, they keep you in a safe place, stashed deep in their minds that they never access. But I. I know all too well the truth of your lies. Evil is everywhere and it exists just as I exist.
You of the outside world, you see me, you see my existence trickle into a crevice never to be heard from again and you breathe a sigh of relief. You think that at last the horror is over. I laugh at you without feeling an ounce of remorse, for you know not the horrors that are coming for you. One monster stashed in a closet and you think you are safe from all those that hide under the bed? The corruption of your world, your values, is absolute. There are monsters in every corner of your pitiful existence, and the hilarity is total when you place me in a sanctuary while hell decends around your world.
You think you know hell. You look in my eyes and you think you now know the Devil. I laugh. You have no idea how deep this evil goes. You see me and you fear my surface. You don't know that other demons lay just around the corner.
Do you know the depths of the evil in this hell you live in? Do you know the corruption that is rotting your race from the inside out?
You are so far gone. So far gone that you have come to me for aid. I smile now. How ironic that I get to play the role of the hero. How funny that you tell me to help you when the only satisfaction I get is from watching you scream in agony. You think I cooperate? Oh, I do. Up until the very last second; that second where chaos erupts and you will see how very wrong you were.
There is justice in death. You don't believe me, do you? Well never fear. You will see in time
Oh this will be fun.
*End Journal Entry. Patient #1221*
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I meant merely the direction that my life would be taking! Believe me, writing is my dream so I'll be pursuing it at all costs. HOW I go about pursuing it is what this will decide. Thanks for the words of advice though! And I'll see to it that EVERYONE knows what happens with it, I plan on waging a campaign that the world has never witnessed!