Person 1: "Hey, ever heard of a guy called PyromancerMagic?" Person 2: "Yeah, I heard that guy is a real fag who has no friends." See you soon, fag
Since people thought that, for some reason, I had killed myself (though I can understand how you came to that conclusion)...yeah, i'm alive.
Dude, what the fuck happened? You aren't online anymore, not even on skype. If I have to come back up to Michigan in your -30' weather and bitch slap the sense back into you, I will.
Pyro, why? What happened? Why are you going? You better not be doing what I think you're doing. Trust me, if anyone should be going first, it's me, not you. You're too good of a person in comparison to me if you're going to just poof away from this place, or realm if it is what I think it is.
No one needs to know who this empty shell once was...it is time instead that this face was forgotten.
Right when you begin to think the world doesn't seem so bad, it finds the worst possible way to make your life a living hell.
"To old times." She declared, holding up her glass. I put mine down in shame. "My past is something I refuse to drink to." I told her.
"Get the F-15s in the air!" "Already done. That will have to be plan B." "Why the hell are we always plan A?!"
Nothing about this world makes sense anymore...when did we become so cynical, and unkind? When did humanity become a race of hate and wrong?