@bff I’m just so… upset. This is my life. That’s all there is. There will be no zombie apocalypse, no random power gaining, no being invited into top secret meetings. I won’t be a main character with special things happening to him. It upsets me. I want the apocalypse to happen, and I want it to happen now. Man. That’s all there is to life.

We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.

I don’t want quiet suffering. What’s that worth? I want it loud. I want to make a statement that’ll make people remember my name for years and years after my death, I want to never die. Dreams can come true, and what does that say about nightmares?

I stole that line. I steal all my lines . I’m no poet. I’m a thief. Maybe that’s my talent… hah. I don’t have any talents, powers, nothing. I want attention, that attention my brother seems to get effortlessly. I want to be invited to parties, I want to reject girls, I want to break hearts, I want to make statements.

What do I want the world to see? I don’t know. Someone to fear, to follow, to respect, to like. God, this is pathetic. Look at me. Talking about my feelings. Maybe I should do something better.