There's no such thing as a happy ending...they all end in sadness...
Now before you begin to read the events of my sad and depressing story, let this be a warning to all who reads this: this is not a happy story. If you find yourself uncomfortable, buried by my sorrow and my anger, then I recommand that you immediantly stop reading this instant. I will try not to offend or insult my audience, but I promise nothing. I will not censor. I will not change anything. I will use my honest and truthful feelings. There's no lying in this unbearable novel of work. No, not a novel or a book. Not even a story. A worthless tale of I, the first-person narriator and main character of this good-for-nothing piece of shit.
Well, there goes my anger flying off without my notice. Wonderful way to start off.
Let's start over, except with an introduction for our beginning. My real name is Matthew, but of course my typical family and generic friends (friends is not the right word, but it's the only thing that comes into my mind at the time being) call me by my nickname, "Matt". I find Matt more interesting and exciting than Matthew, which just sounds boring and dull. Like this story, but I know that your attention is still here. I'm your average student, Junior in high school. There's nothing special about me. Of course I have something others don't have have, making me a big concern. I won't say it yet, leave it for one of my entries in my journal when I'm not procrastinating.
I'm almost done with my story. In literal terms, I'm almost done with life. I don't know how long I'll survive. It's killing me....it hurts.....where are you Kat? I thought you were always going to be there? Even though I don't want you to.
Look at me ramble on and on about nothing. Gibberish words that no one can understand.
But I only have one message, to anyone out there who finds this story when it is done: Please, spread this around. Tell of my existance. I don't care if I am jerk or heartless within this story. Forget about my emotions and make this story known to people. It's the last thing I want to do before death awaits me. No matter what happens, my wish must come true. It's the only wish I ever had in my entire night.
Well, I'm think I'm good for tonight. Just got to get in today's entry and hope tommorow isn't my last. If it is, then consider it my last entry.
If you haven't notice, I'm pretty much describing myself in this story. No, I'm not dying. It's just my feelings and emotions in an exaggerated story.
But anyway, that's just a short introduction. It has nothing to do with the story, being non-canon. This is more of a reader's hook, and to help show some foreshadowing. Because messing with your heads is fun.
There's no such thing as a happy ending...they all end in sadness...
Now before you begin to read the events of my sad and depressing story, let this be a warning to all who reads this: this is not a happy story. If you find yourself uncomfortable, buried by my sorrow and my anger, then I recommand that you immediantly stop reading this instant. I will try not to offend or insult my audience, but I promise nothing. I will not censor. I will not change anything. I will use my honest and truthful feelings. There's no lying in this unbearable novel of work. No, not a novel or a book. Not even a story. A worthless tale of I, the first-person narriator and main character of this good-for-nothing piece of shit.
Well, there goes my anger flying off without my notice. Wonderful way to start off.
Let's start over, except with an introduction for our beginning. My real name is Matthew, but of course my typical family and generic friends (friends is not the right word, but it's the only thing that comes into my mind at the time being) call me by my nickname, "Matt". I find Matt more interesting and exciting than Matthew, which just sounds boring and dull. Like this story, but I know that your attention is still here. I'm your average student, Junior in high school. There's nothing special about me. Of course I have something others don't have have, making me a big concern. I won't say it yet, leave it for one of my entries in my journal when I'm not procrastinating.
I'm almost done with my story. In literal terms, I'm almost done with life. I don't know how long I'll survive. It's killing me....it hurts.....where are you Kat? I thought you were always going to be there? Even though I don't want you to.
Look at me ramble on and on about nothing. Gibberish words that no one can understand.
But I only have one message, to anyone out there who finds this story when it is done: Please, spread this around. Tell of my existance. I don't care if I am jerk or heartless within this story. Forget about my emotions and make this story known to people. It's the last thing I want to do before death awaits me. No matter what happens, my wish must come true. It's the only wish I ever had in my entire night.
Well, I'm think I'm good for tonight. Just got to get in today's entry and hope tommorow isn't my last. If it is, then consider it my last entry.
Last Entry
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How's that for a new story? Interesting, huh?
If you haven't notice, I'm pretty much describing myself in this story. No, I'm not dying. It's just my feelings and emotions in an exaggerated story.
But anyway, that's just a short introduction. It has nothing to do with the story, being non-canon. This is more of a reader's hook, and to help show some foreshadowing. Because messing with your heads is fun.