Worlds Over, Time to Die. Nothing Left but our Souls Inside.
January 17, 2016- Mike Fuentes
I left Vic to talk with Danielle and found the notebook when Kellin was done. Vic tried telling me I couldn't, but I ignored him and hid in the attic, alone. Everyone has been wondering what I've been planning....well here it is.
I'm a Fuck up. Everyone should hate me. Just like Danielle hates me, I should be hated.
I'm not a good son, I'm not a good brother, I'm not a good friend. Hell, I'm not even a good boyfriend. I'm a fucked up person. I always have been.
I have nothing to live for. I realized this when I made this plan. I wouldn't have made this plan if it weren't for my realization. I feel kind of bad about this, but at least they won't have to deal with anyone fucking up everything.
I tried to drink my problems and forget the plan. That didn't work.
My mind won't change. This is the best thing I can do for them. As I'm getting ready to fulfill this plan, there's people running around under me. I can hear it. I wouldn't blame them if they left me behind.
So, here it is:
Hi, my name is Michael Christopher Fuentes. I was the drummer in a band with my brother and two guys who became my best friends. Now I have nothing. So, this is goodbye. The barrel of my gun is against the side of my head. Goodbye world. You're better off without me.
Click. BOOM. Thud.
Notes
There you have it, Mike's plan. It is done and this is my end to this story. I won't fuck anything up anymore in this story.
-Rose
No not from VA just spent.a half hour researching beforehand. So glad you like it! And sorry about your heart, we feel your pain as well trust me, sometime we hate doing this to ourselves!
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