fuck off i hate u all

u know how everyone has that tunnel with the light at the end that keeps them going? well i think the ligt bulb blew.
fuck everything....i want a memorial done with a plaque that says "a memorial for she who died for your sins".
y is it that the ones we like the least r the ones we'll die to please? i mean, it sounds so fucked up, but if u loook at it for a bit, it all makes sense...i guess it's a paradox really.
they'll cry and scream ad nauseum, but their cries will fall on dead ears. those mind bent vultures will have picked off another weak one. one who couldn't be near them or simply breathe the same air as them.
they'll see me swinging there and they'll all realise what a favour i did them, how i saved them all from catching my morbid, morose disease.
carry my body through the school yard and watch them scream for me....i always vowed those fuckers would scream for me in one way or another.
fuck you all, you all made me insane.