I have two drunkards for parents, a brother and a dear sister.
I don't have much too eat and most of my things I buy myself. I get the money by doing odd and sometimes disgusting jobs for the amusement of others. But money is money.
I have friends, like any other kid. They're assholes sometimes, with the exception of one who's an asshole all the time but they're good friends.
I would say I live a pretty normal life.
But week after week I am faced with death. How am alive right now surprises me.
My 'deaths' have been strange and frequent but I always awake back in my bed, unharmed and everyone around me doesn't mention anything. I've considered these deaths to be some sort of hallucinations or maybe just bad dreams but the pain is very much real and I can't simply tell myself that they never happened.
I've been blasted by a space craft, trampled by cattle and mobs, shot, ran over by a police car, crushed by a crappy school play prop and impaled by a flag pole. My arms have been pulled off and have been decapitated. Death himself has touched me with his cold, bony finger. I've been attacked by firetrucking turkeys and crushed by a train and even sacrificed myself to suffer electrocution to save another. I've even been killed by a firetrucking dodgeball thrown at me with great force and even chickenpox got the best of me. At some point I was so sure that I'd wake up back in my bed soon after, that I shot and killed myself to avoid walking home.
I've suffered many odd and painful deaths and these are just the few of the many. I've even met Satan after passing on, being denied into heaven and sent to the fiery pits of Hell.
And although Satan is a pretty nice guys, despite his relationship problems, I don't want to die anymore.
Help me.
Please just help me. This cycle is driving me insane.
I live a simple life.
I have two drunkards for parents, a brother and a dear sister.
I don't have much too eat and most of my things I buy myself. I get the money by doing odd and sometimes disgusting jobs for the amusement of others. But money is money.
I have friends, like any other kid. They're assholes sometimes, with the exception of one who's an asshole all the time but they're good friends.
I would say I live a pretty normal life.
But week after week I am faced with death. How am alive right now surprises me.
My 'deaths' have been strange and frequent but I always awake back in my bed, unharmed and everyone around me doesn't mention anything. I've considered these deaths to be some sort of hallucinations or maybe just bad dreams but the pain is very much real and I can't simply tell myself that they never happened.
I've been blasted by a space craft, trampled by cattle and mobs, shot, ran over by a police car, crushed by a crappy school play prop and impaled by a flag pole. My arms have been pulled off and have been decapitated. Death himself has touched me with his cold, bony finger. I've been attacked by firetrucking turkeys and crushed by a train and even sacrificed myself to suffer electrocution to save another. I've even been killed by a firetrucking dodgeball thrown at me with great force and even chickenpox got the best of me. At some point I was so sure that I'd wake up back in my bed soon after, that I shot and killed myself to avoid walking home.
I've suffered many odd and painful deaths and these are just the few of the many. I've even met Satan after passing on, being denied into heaven and sent to the fiery pits of Hell.
And although Satan is a pretty nice guys, despite his relationship problems, I don't want to die anymore.
Help me.
Please just help me. This cycle is driving me insane.