Today is: A good day to die
Why? You ask. Just kidding you don't ask. Nobody asks because nobody cares. Trust me... NOBODY cares.
If I were to actually get the courage up to kill myself I really believe that everyone I know would start sending out invitations to a great big party to celebrate my death.
OVERHEARD AT THE PARTY:
"It's about time the pathetic jerk did himself in and saved us from having to listen to his ridiculous whining...."
"Oh, forget his incessant whining about being unhappy and feeling alone, just the sound of his voice is enough reason to be happy he's finally dead!"
"I'm just glad that he's not around to flirt with me anymore. Like I would or even could love someone so ugly and pathetic."
Followed by loud and raucous laughter as they lit fire to a picture of me in effigy. I don't know if I'm even using that properly, but who cares. Well, I guess I'm off to stare at my father's bottle of a dozen or so Oxycodone and see if I can get up the guts to empty it into my stomach, just so I don't have to look in the mirror at the pathetic, unlovable piece of unwanted garbage I've become.
WISH ME LUCK!
Deep Thought of the day: It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. William Shakespeare, Macbeth, act 5, scene 5
Why? You ask. Just kidding you don't ask. Nobody asks because nobody cares. Trust me... NOBODY cares.
If I were to actually get the courage up to kill myself I really believe that everyone I know would start sending out invitations to a great big party to celebrate my death.
OVERHEARD AT THE PARTY:
"It's about time the pathetic jerk did himself in and saved us from having to listen to his ridiculous whining...."
"Oh, forget his incessant whining about being unhappy and feeling alone, just the sound of his voice is enough reason to be happy he's finally dead!"
"I'm just glad that he's not around to flirt with me anymore. Like I would or even could love someone so ugly and pathetic."
Followed by loud and raucous laughter as they lit fire to a picture of me in effigy. I don't know if I'm even using that properly, but who cares. Well, I guess I'm off to stare at my father's bottle of a dozen or so Oxycodone and see if I can get up the guts to empty it into my stomach, just so I don't have to look in the mirror at the pathetic, unlovable piece of unwanted garbage I've become.
WISH ME LUCK!
Deep Thought of the day: It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. William Shakespeare, Macbeth, act 5, scene 5
