Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Viva la vida

I'm alive.

I couldn't kill myself, anyway. I spent about half an hour attempting to come up with a good way that wouldn't be too painful, until I remembered that you can't overdose on aspirin. I own a gun, but it's at my parents' house. A couple states away. Whoops.

Anyway, when I finally did come up with a good way, I couldn't do it. It wasn't slendermagic, I just... Couldn't do it. Too afraid, I guess. So I moped and sulked for a bit and wallowed in my depression, and got up to check my emails, figuring that if I couldn't even kill myself I might as well see what was going on.

And there were comments. And they actually made me feel a bit better. So, thanks guys. Thank you so much. It's nice knowing someone out there isn't trying to kill you.

So now I'm at Starbucks on the way to Corpus Christi to see my parents. If any of you proxy fuckers feel like waiting for me there, prepare to get run over at 90 mph. If I can't live for myself, then I'm going to live for everyone who has died so far, and if you want to try amd change that, well you can go fuck yourself with something sharp and sandpapery.



  1. I'm glad you didn't. The rides only starting, kiddo.

  2. Occasionally I feel like a piece of shit for having infected about a dozen people.

    Then, I realize that someone else infected me. It's all just a big cycle. Maggot can't be blamed for the fly.

  3. Yeah, that makes sense. Thanks, Glass.

    Maurice, I dunno if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

  4. I'm real glad to see you didn't kill yourself, Dante. We need every fighter we can get.

    Love Under Will

  5. Another voice in the chorus to say (belatedly) it's nice to see you still around.