De que sirve estar vivo si estas muerto por dentro?

Really?

    Isn't it funny how you can spend so much time getting to know someone, and perhaps never getting to know them completely, but are still able to forget them in a few minutes.

-John Lemon

RXM

    Rosemary era una furra solitaria de la escuela Silver Foxes High School, era una furrita emo y triste y queria acompañia pero en eso ve una brillante clava y que olia a moras, boltea y es mr moño, se enamoro perdidamente de el pero el ya tenia novio que era mr grifo, ella lo mato y le confeso todos sus sentimientos a moño pero el no la quiso, asi que lo secuestro y se lo llevo a su casa y lo obligo a que la quisiera y tuvieron muchos hijos pelones asi que olian a moritas y vivieron muy felices para siempre.

-John Lemon

RXV

    Habia una vez una niña muy chiquita asi tamaño minion. Esta escuincla del mal se llamaba Vianney y tenia un crush enorme en la emo edgy de Rosemary. Un dia, cito a Rosemary atras de la escuela para asi confesarle su amor profundo y apasionado. Vianey le compro un peluche y una caja de chocolates magicos. Rosemary la acepto y le dio muchos besos y abrazos. Tuvieron mil hijos asi por todos lados muy chido. 

-John Lemon

Suicide Hotline

    Can't way for the day that I grow older and I get my own house and sit in the couch in front of the TV playing some stupid show.  I would hold my phone with one hand, and with the other a cup of cheap red wine. The TV would go to commercials and my mind would go blank. There are so many reasons why I shouldn't even be here anymore. 

    I would have no friends as most of my friends are with me for pity. No family that looks out for me as they all hate me for past mistakes. I been missing for a year and no body is looking. Last hours wasted on getting drunk and watching stupid TV realities. 

    I would look at the ceiling at reflect on all my past choices. All the people I decided to cut out. All the therapy sessions that I disregarded. All the time wasted in a job I don't even like. All my life now seems useless considering how its all going to end. Wasting so much on a wasted life. Wondering if anything was ever worth it.

    Perhaps in another life I had a better ending. Maybe I was kidnap and torture to dead because of my ideals. Perhaps I died in the war I started. Maybe I died in a car crush after a man decided to drive while intoxicated. Any dead that actually means something. Any form of dying that would at least be published in the news. Instead, I'm gonna put a fucking slug in my head. 

    I take a quick look at the gun sitting by the TV stand. Finally making the decision to call the forbidden number.

-"Suicide Hotline, may I help you?"

-John Lemon