Take a Piss On My Corpse, And I Will Thank You For It In Hell...
The past year and a half has been extraordinarily fucked. I am going to terminate all of it today. Today it ends. This is the farewell entry. You will never read about the horrible horriblies again. It is far too painful to recount the pile of shit I call my world. People who poke fun are too embarrassed to say they don't understand or come from a household where families hold hands and listen to the Jimmy Buffet album, 'License to Chill.' Those who loved, however, will always find my love in return. Whenever you see a butterfly flying too close to the sun, that will be me. Whenever you see the thickest black frames you've ever seen, remember the kid, the emo, the 123, the emokid123. For those of you who wanted to try to gain a glimpse of understanding, at least you tried. No one will ever understand me, and I shall leave this world misunderstood. It is not your fault you're too ignorant or too retarded to understand. Maybe one day you will, but it will be too late, for I will be gone. I am abandoning all of you, you all will be devoid of lovely lovliness. Remember that Terrance and the Lovliness song, "Hate to Be Hated, Loved to Be Loved, So Mamma I'm Coming Home..." Remember the line when Terrance so vividly exclaims, "I pissed myself in my camp shorts for you/only to be laughed at by your friends/I now know what it feels like to be a Jew." Every night has been the worst night ever. The past few months have been awful. All the pity food and hugs my parents gave me were pathetic. There were times when I wanted to rape the both of them while my brother helplessly watches wearing a diaper. I would then throw up on him and spray him in the face with my semen, like in Double Dare when the kid would be drenched with slime. I would then laugh and laugh. I still masturbate when I am sad. I tasted a bit of my semen by accident. It was gross. That reminds me that I went back to the bakery where I once worked at. I stole some cupcakes. Those fucking assholes there didn't know what hit them. I am still so stealth. This journal is my gift. This journal is my curse. I am a solo artist! I play music with my acoustic guitar all night and spit at my image in the mirror. I've tried to strum my guitar with my penis, but that left cuts. That's how I try to kill myself these days. One day my body won't take the cuts anymore and it'll want to die. Harold & Eugene said they didn't want to talk to me anymore after I spoke about committing suicide by swallowing tree branches hoping that it would lacerate my organs. Fuck those guys, they're nerds anyway. I'm too cool for them. I passed Sally in the hallway the other day in school right before the vacation, and she looked at me as I was walking. She's such a slut. I bet she looks at all the guys. My uncle was allowed to come back to the house a few nights ago. I didn't want him there, so I told him I wanted to show him some the awesome new journal I bought. I closed the door after he went in my room. I then started taking my clothes off and started crying and screaming. My parents came in and saw me naked with my balls rested upon my uncles shoulders. It's a long story how they got there in the first place, but he was then taken away by the police about 20 minutes later. That was a great night. Well, it is time for me to say farewell to you, reader. For all of those who read and were on my side, remember all the fuck you's I told my antagonists. To all my antagonists, fuck you. I ultimately won the war. I own all of you. All you fucking fake wannabe hackers, I read your entries. You're all fucking nerds who have anime as your icons. You're all fake losers. I win. You can't ever not comment here because this journal has consumed you. Looks like it's off to jerking off about the new Akira comic/movie, whatever the fuck, than to jerk off what happens in my life next. You're going to comment to this because your nerdy egos have been dented, but you know what, in the long run, I am a fucking poet and I am going to be famous, while you hide in your basements talking about the new Halo game. Fuck you, I win, I am a river that has flooded and your lives will be forever changed. I love you all, remember emokid123 until you die. Every day since I started this journal has been the worst night ever. Tomorrow will be the worst night ever and the day after tomorrow will be worse than yesterday, and so on and so forth. Farewell to all the lovlies. That is the last word you will ever read from me. Me saying that was the last you would read from me doesn't count, so these aren't the last words from me to you in this sentence. Oh, fuck you.