By the time you read this, I'll be gone. To where? I don't know yet. That's not something that can be decided here. Or even by me. Because, if I had my choice, I would still be here. And would have never had to write this. But, to sound redundant, I am. I write it for no one but you. Honestly though, who elese would care? Don't answer that. It's best left unsaid. My foes out weigh my friends. You know this better than anyone.

I guess I should start from the beginning. No, **** that. This is my story, and I'm going to **** tell it the way I **** see fit? Ok? O the **** K.

Right now, I'm in the last place you would expect me to be. Not face down, drowning in my beer at some cheap Mexican bar. Not lost deep in the African jungle, selling what's left of my soul to some primitive saviour. Praying that their innocence will save. No, I have bigger plans than that. And alot more **** style.

But none of this really matters. What does matter, is that I'm gone, and you're left. What does that mean? It means every God Damn thing. Come on, think for one **** second. Holy ****. I knew this was one of the worst ideas I ever **** had.

Anyways. As I was saying.

I'm gone. Boo-**** hoo. Get over it. There's not enough time for that now. Right now, you have to pay attention. Because if you don't, we're all ****.

When you and I met, I told you there were things in my past that wouldn't die. But they were left to rot. **** horror stories that I could never end. Well guess what? They want their **** ending. And I'm it. I'll be god damned if I'm going to give in either. That's where you come in. Even though you don't understand yet, you will. Trust me. You're going to know more about me than you thought was ever human **** possible.......