To whomever it may concern:
I've given up. I'm tired of living a dreary life. It's dreadful. By the time you read this, I'll have been dead. But you won't know that cuz I'll still be alive. This is merely just documentation for future references. I will have a camera set up to take pictures.
How is this possible?
Well, you see, I can't die. I've experienced death countless times now. I've been decapitated, shot at, stabbed, burned alive, ripped apart, had insects and mice rip out of my chest, and I even "died" from a terminal illness. But I just can't die. Sometimes I see a light... or darkness. Sometimes I see Heaven... sometimes Hell. But it all boils doen to the same damn thing. I can't die! Cuz no matter what, I wake up wearing the same clothes I died in. And the worst fucking part? None of you assholes fuckin believe me! You never fuckin remember! God dammit! Fucking remember this time!
I'm going to Hell... and I'm not coming back this time. I'm going to stay there and kick with Satan.
Why?
Cuz he and Death are the only ones that fuckin remember! Why? Because they fuckin cursed me!
Signed,
Kenny McCormick
PS: FUCKING REMEMBER!