brutus combs his collection of disjointed thoughts into another ramble about dissapearing, again

[teenagegirlboy]

I am alone. all i do is waste my time doing fucking nothing- frying my brain on the internet for hours straight. It's nauseating really. I wanna go back sometimes, i wanna go back and let her control me so i don't have to care. Never have i ever seen someone so doomed as you two, i could draw so many parallels but you hate those people so, you don't realize that in this case you are exactly like them. He says that and i know he's right but that's not the reason I don't. I just like to take the path of least resistance, as much as i liked it i think it'd make people mad. Sometimes i hope you crash and burn, i hope you regret it and i hope you realize that you are awful rotten pieces of shit. I will be there to pick up the pieces. I will abandon you when i can. As soon as the opportunity arises I am going to dissapear. I don't care about these connections because ultimately they are shallow. You do not know me, you do not know me wholly because nobody ever has. I am here and then the next day i am not, maybe you'll attend my funeral, maybe you'll ask my family about me, but you will never get the full picture because so much of it is in my head. So much of it is with people who could not possibly be connected to me by any natural means. Sometimes i think it's sad, sometimes it's freedom. By Febuary 26th 2032 i will be dead to you. This is a promise, your life will be better because of it, don't worry. You wont even notice, I'm sure.