Hell Is Frozen

At least 202 blocks from home.
Little food, lots of water, and some leather clothing.
It's so cold here, and there is a lot of snow. The coastline isn't hot at all; still cold and snowy. But at least I have my wolf.
But anyway, I feel so far away from my people... my friends... my family. Maybe it's because I am. But I do remember my girlfriend's laugh, my brother's smile, and the delicious bread baked by my father. Those were the times... before I was kicked out of the village for a murder I didn't commit. In fact, I never wished to commit it. This search for a civilization is just so ridiculous. I hate it so much.
I wanna die. I just wanna jab my sword through me. Let my troubles go.
Wait, now I remember why I'm in this cold desert. I wanted to go mining here. Collect riches. Avenge my mother, who was killed by an Enderman. A motherf... a dumb Enderman.
Now, its Hell and only Hell.
It is far from an inferno.
MAYBE I'M THINKING THIS BECAUSE I HAVE ANGER ISSUES! Or.. am I just... MENTALLY ILL?
I'M ILL!
I FEEL THE POWER COURSE THROUGH MY BONES AS I REALIZE...
I am Herobrine.
Category:Short Pastas
Category:Creepypasta