Dear Diary:
Today I have finally achieved my prestigious goal, for today, my tainted diary of evil and nefarious thoughts and plans, i have convinced one of my best friends on Gaiaonline.com[trade mark] to throw herself out of a window, and commit suicide!! Oh, diary, hurrays and huzzahs were to be heard for miles as celebration spread across the land much in the same manner that forest fire I had started during that dry season...as i seem to recall, millions died...
Anywho, my diary of darkness, another one of my companions has deceased by my hand (not that anyone can prove it), yet I can't help but wonder why it is that I do these things. Why is it that very time I become close to a person of value, of humor, of worth that I conclude that leading them to their deaths in cruel and painful manners is the singular thought which resounds throughout my mind and being? I know that such whimsical homicide will lead only to loneliness and bitter cycles of hatred and revenge, and yet I continue my actions for reasons unknown to even myself...
Then I remember such bitter pain for the late friend and then for myself is delightfully sweet, richer than even the ambrosia of the gods themselves, those immortal bastards...
Oh well, diary, I must be off now! Ta-ta!
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Ah! there it is!
*looks at diary and then at you*
you...didn't read this did you? you see, that makes you my best friend! heart