Alright, so surprise, surprise, I fucked up again. Don't care.
Don't care about nothin really. Gonna die free when I go out. All you fuckers can kiss my burnt ass for all I care. Alright, some of you. Some of you guys have been sorta cool, despite me constantly losing my shit. So, yeah thanks.
I guess this is sorta cathartic though, in the long run. Fuckin Spencer was the guy I saw myself in the same shoes as. So, after I wreck his shit, I guess we'll see what should've happened to him, you know, not giving in to lunacy or whatever the hell verbage I can use for MOTHERFUCKING SHITSTORM OF FUCKED UP.
I gotta do this. I'm psyched. And tomorrow, I get to know what its like to be free, no longer weighed down by my own worries, this heavy weight that I've put upon myself, being a progeny of Redlight. The REAL one, not this half-baked shit.
Lookin forward to it. Lookin forward to moving on finally.
Stay frosty, and thanks.