Hey Hey I Killed Myself Today

Yup…I’m a murderer ….I did a mob style hit on my other journal on here..I never write in it anymore. It’s just a bunch of short stories and book/movie ideas…pretty dumb really.

So yeah …I took my self out…It took planning , patience and  passion …the three " P’s " of self homicide.

Planning…I had to do it discreetly so that knowone would see the act or even notice that I was no longer around.

Patience…Good things come to those who wait…I have boat loads of patience…this fact makes me highly desireable in the  hitman / psychopath for hire market.

Passion…Why passion…**tisktisk**…All true crimes are a crime of passion.And murder…Well thats just about the worst crime that there is untill you get to selfmurder…Selfmurder is so fucking passionate that it’s KINKY ..and trust me ….when i’m passionate. I’m fucking kinky!..  Fun kinky though not  get the contents of your fridge jammed up your ass kinky. I’ll leave the nipple clamps and burning wax on the ass to the twisted freaks of the world.

Seeing as how i’m a kind hearted hitman / psycopath I allowed myself one last request…true to form I chose sex as my last request…what a shame to klill such a cool fucking guy. But a job is a job so I granted myself 10 minutes to try to get laid

couldn’t find a woman to fuck

couldn’t even find a guy

so i fucked myself and hit the delete

later fuckers.

I know it may seem cold of me to leave it so abruptly like this but the fact of the matter is that once you kill yourself the story pretty much ends. What the fuck did you expect?