Everytime I see you or your friends online, I really wonder how you are. But I bet you don't even care. Honestly. ~!@#$%^&*()
Whatever. I'm bored. Fuck. I need to do something about this life. It's getting meaningless.
Memories exist to remind you of all the bad times in your life. So that in the end, you know you've led a bad life, and that you're ready for Hell. Life is the training, Hell is the destination.
Do you even know when I'm being serious? You can't know or it will destroy everything.