This morning, while eating breakfast, I came across a video of cartel gutting a young boy alive. He was probably in his early teens.. and… well fuck.

I've seen lots of things. Horrible things. Things straight out of hell. I've seen people beheaded with pocket knives, people with long thick sticks shoved up through their asses, and out their mouths, roasted like pigs over fires. I've seen really.fucking.horrible.things.

And you know, while the above sounds graphic, I'm not even giving you one half of one percent of it.

What I saw today was the worst thing I've seen in my entire life. 13 hours later, and I'm still crying. I'm crying, and I don't fucking do that.

This kid, everything was ripped off of the front of his torso. All the skin, and half the meat. There were large holes between his ribs. Something… a lung? Something bulged up like a giant white bubble from a hole in his lower abdomen, and sort of deflated before partially reinflating. As they forcefully ran a sharp knife up what was left of his center to separate his sternum, they were slapping his face to keep him conscious.

I didn't get to the part where they cut his heart out. I couldn't. I grew up in a garage. Locked in the dark. I have scars on my stomach and chest from.. things I was stabbed with. I have divets in my forehead from bricks, and other things, I was beaten with. I ran away, ate out of dumpsters from 13 to 17, and lived in the woods near my elementary school. There were rumors about me in highschool, about the kid in the forest, and no one knew that I was the kid.

With all the shit I've been through, all the shit I've seen, it's only reinforced my belief that no matter how fucked up we are, even the 'bad guys' are just trying to make sense of it all. I was beaten every day because there was something wrong with me, I was beaten everyday because they were trying(in a fucked up way) to fix what was wrong with them. That's what I thought.

Until now.

What they did to that boy was just… way, way beyond.. WAY.the.fuck.beyond anything remotely excusable.

It's been 13 hours, and right now I'd be okay with dragging the corrupt politicians out into the streets and curb stomping them. I'd be fine if the entire northern cartel controlled half of Mexico were fire bombed.

I wouldn't shed a tear for them. They're evil. Not just 'bad people' with 'broken minds' or hearts. They're FUCKING EVIL.

With that said, this is not a place I've been before, or a place I want to be. I'm just.. having a really hard time coping right now.

We have to stop this.

Please.