Yeah, dumbasses, I know that isn't the BEST title, but hey, I'm going through depression, cut me some slack. So. These are my suicide notes. If it all goes according to plan, you'll find these in my room, after you find my body hung on the 6th building's balcony, my one place of peace. So. I've written out quite a few letter's, but these aren't apologies.
Haha, fuck no.
I've seen those suicides on TV, where even if you don't like the kid you keep talking about how great of a person they were.
Bullshit.
This is a hit list.
I want the people who are to blame, to feel sorry.
I want everybody to see how fucking demented they really are
I want my young blood on their hands for the rest of their sorry ass existence.
To realize how shitty they've made my life, or the life I had...
I guess I'll be dead by the time you read this.
This is inside my jacket, so I guess the cops will find it first, and give the letters to who their supposed to go to.
It's all for the better...
Okay, anyway, so I don't seem like a complete dick, I will be sending apology notes. To who? Well gee, I've written in those notes to keep it a secret, and I trust them enough to do it, so you'll never know.
Anyway! Here it is!
Romano's Hit List
SHOW CHOIR
GRANDPA.
MOM AND DAD.
GILBERT
RODRICH
Okay, so, uh. They'll all be stapled to this first page. Get ready assholes. I'll make sure you pay for this.
Okay.. I'm really sorry I haven't updated my other fics, I've been having a rough month, and a good friend of mine recently tried to commit suicide. I needed to get my recent frustrations out, and suddenly, this happened, and I liked it, so I kept going. I have all the notes already finished. All I need are at least three reviews and the first note will be up tomorrow