Rage.

         Red Rage.

    That was all I could see. All I could feel.

    How dare they say that, and do that?

    I thought they were my friends.

    Anger and pain filled my system.

    I couldn't control anything I was doing, I didn't care if I did something I didn't need to do.

     My brain didn't care, my body didn't care at this point.

   "I'm not gunna keep it away from you, I'm just going to talk shit to your face." Who fucking says that? Hmmm?

     I needed to get this out of my system, I needed to stop this. The only thing I could do was write. Write all my problems.

    My mom and dad? They're getting a divorce.

    My mom? She's always in pain, she could leave me any second, and she's all I've got.

    Who I thought was my friend? She hates me behind my back.

    She also can't tell me she's pissed about something I've done, she lets her "best friend do it".

    Well that best friend doesn't care to talk shit about me, she'll say it to my face. But I don't give a shit, I'll throw it right back.

    "I'm irrational," they say. Hell, maybe I am, but can you fucking blame me for being pissed?

    My dad, he's gotten abusive before, he doesn't give a shit if I die.

    Depression. Anxiety. Do you know what those words mean? They fuck up lives. They fuck up mine.

     "I cry every night..." You don't what it's like to cry yourself asleep, you don't want to know.

    "You don't look sad!" Maybe that happy face is hiding the hell my mind is going through every second, maybe that happy face is hiding my life, my secrets behind it. Happiness isn't always real.

    Do you know what all this is about? Do you know what I've been through?

    No, you don't, didn't need to. But maybe, I've finally accepted who I am, who I was. Maybe I understand that's not me anymore.

    I've had enough of this hurt, this shit talk behind my back. I'm done.

    I'm a different person now, I'm no longer the old me, I'm a new person. Emotionless.

    Not happy, not sad. Nothing. No emotion.

    That doesn't mean I won't get hurt, hell, the hurt will probably get worse. But I won't care on the outside. It'll be the inside that slowly turns to dust and nothing is left in the end. Only an empty shell with no soul, no life.

    You may wake up and find this account inactive, you may wake up and find a update in one of my books, saying this,

    "KennyandEmo has committed suicide. This is what she wanted me to tell you."

   You want to know what that is?? Well here it is.

    "I know every single one of you have problems. That's what we're here on earth for, but I want all of you to not follow my example. I want you to make the best out of life, keep going, don't give up. I gave up, a long time ago. The fight is gone, it lost a long time ago. But you! Your fight is fiery, victory is up ahead! Follow your dreams, make the best out of your life, don't let anything bring you down! I know all of you can make it, don't let me bring you down, take hold of life. Live freely... take my advice. All of you have problems, I know that, but I want you to make the best of them, make them a conflict that can have a solution, make your life a book. Make that book a masterpiece."

    That's all I have to say. I love every single one of you.

    Goodbye.

~KennyandEmo~