So I'm done. I for once do not care. All you mother fuckers could tell me what "i did" a thousand times and that still wouldn't affect the outcome. Just because everyone else in the fucking world believes your bullshit, doesn't mean I will. You would never convince me, because simply I know I didn't. To be honest I could die today and the only thing I would have known for sure, is that I've been in love. In love with Megan Marie Mooney. The only person who gives this shit hole of a place meaning. Without her there is no point of existence. You hypocrites can go to church as much as you want, and that still doesn't change the fact that if there is a heaven and hell, you're screwed ;). I on the other hand am no hypocrite just for questioning. I'm pretty sure the man would rather me believe in him for actually KNOWING he exists rather than just believing in him so I can go get drunk and fuck random folks and still not feel guilty. I don't need to believe in anything. But with all that the one thing I choose to belive in, is my love for Megan Marie Mooney. You could try as hard as hell, but you still couldn't take that from me. Just remember that when you are struggling from paycheck to paycheck and can barely make that payment to your meth dealer...Zachary Weaver is with Megan Mooney...Cooking for her every night. I hope you like this, I really really do. I hope you like it as much as eating your shit.P.S... Karma's a goddamn bitch isn't it :)Credited to HorrorNights.be
