You ignore when I call. You don't reply when I text. You knew writing was my calling and you know how important it was to me but you just never cared about what I wanted. It's always been about what YOU wanted. So here's a piece I wrote your for you. You ungrateful, narcissistic, uptight bastard child.
The night was still, suddenly a boom echoes throughout the night. Screams and shouts clamor as streams of red burst through the sky and color the world. The show ends as quickly as it began leaving astonishment for all to see. There my lifeless corpse lay after popping my head like a balloon with a 12 gauge shotgun.
Goodbye forever, I hope you're happy

Haloo

Haloo

Hey you, do you remember me? All those times we used to look up gay porn after prancing through the tulip fields? hah...we were such silly kids. I often wonder where you've gone and if you still think about me. I look into the stars wondering if you just may be gazing at the same moon as I am. Did you find success in your dream? You always told me about how you wanted to be a pediatrician, just so you could play with little boys' penises. "Slap em back and forth and watch em swing like those office desk pendulums" is what you would always tell me. If that's the reason why I never hear from you anymore then...I'm glad you found happiness. Just remember Jimmy, if you ever feel abandoned, lost, or whatever. You can always call me and i wont hesitate to help you.

7 years of living with an STD gj