Ooh, ooh, what now, what now!

I just had a revelation:
The story cannot end well.
Everything spirals down to hell.
I'm a poet and I didn't know it.
Whether or not hell exists, trust me, it does, because it's right here. It's everywhere. Except Flagstaff. GAAAAAAAAAH What the !#@$#@%%%@##@############################?????
Hey Rebecca I don't know if you realize this but I am extremely worried about you but I'm scared to talk about anything with you. I'm also worried that I might end up in the same hole later in life. But I don't want to follow your way of fixing it either.... OH SHIITES!
No one in this world gives a crap about one another.
We're all going to hell in a handbasket.
Happiness is overrated, but it's disastrous to not have it.
Joy is a myth.
Helping others would be good if we weren't all narcissists.
Materials are terrible and a waste, but spending time in thought and reflection brings insanity.
I want to say this to people who know me but they just laugh at me and assume that I'm joking. But they have limited minds. They only think about today. They don't think about the world from beginning to end.
If one realized the truth about everything that ever has been, one would surely kill himself. Or it might scare him into staying alive.
I sincerely hope heaven exists but I'm scared of it, and I pray to God every night, asking Him to exist. I'm a mess and I'm not sure if I know anything, and if I do I know it is all futile. And if I die tomorrow, then what? Does it matter if I'm remembered well or not? Does it matter in the end how I've lived? What I believe and what I've learned, will they do me any good? If all of my progress is arrested, is that a good thing or a bad thing?
MANKIND WANTS CONTENTMENT ABOVE ALL, BUT CONTENTMENT BORES HIM.
Help me O God.

For all two people out there who are gonna read this: I'm grumpy and hate everybody and I don't know why. No, it's not "that time of the month." In fact the weather's nice, relatives coming over tomorrow HUZZAH! and I made 30 bucks today. Speaking of which...GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

My movie would be a GORY LOVEFEST in which I violate several hundred women and then decapitate them. I would be played by Richard Dreyfus. I think the corpse of John Wayne would be dad. Mommy would be played by Helen Keller. The three stooges would be Joel, Luke and Matty. My siblings would be played by a bunch of Mariachis from Chihuahua. 

I shall begin by saying that this message is exactly the same to all of my comrades. No one gets a special telegram, understand? Anyways, let me find my dad’s itinerary.
Haha, success! OK, well, Saturday, May 24: I stayed up till 2 A.M. messing with my dumb i-Fraud and my sister’s i-Fraud. Both were being stupid. I was planning on snoring my way through the day so why not party during the night? Dumb. There’s nothing to do at my house so I was bored to tears. And I felt a little queasy too, I think.
Sunday, May 25: Hopped in the car and went to church. (Don’t remember the events of church.) Then we skedaddled back home and I did some emergency last-minute packing. Then, according to the itinerary, at 10:06 A.M., we departed, 36 minutes later than desired. I sat going from Murfreesboro to Nashville listening to the i-Frauds. Susanna graciously donated her previously mentioned i-Fraud which happens to be pink. But as I listened to hers, expecting to hear some good ol’ TMBG, Billy Joel, Cat Stevens, Stevie Wonder, etc, I only got 13 songs through the 46 listed on the i-Fraud before the stupid thing froze. So 33 songs don’t play. Anger. Well, anyways, we get past Memphis without much action. Then we arrived in Arkansas, and boy howdy, that there state is butt-ugly. At least in its first part. We stopped a little into Arkansas to have delicious cold fried chicken and bologna sandwiches (sarcasm) and hit the road again. We would have to stomach more of those delicious meals several times on the trip. My dad apparently bought some trailer-hitch contraption to hold our food on and he couldn’t figure out how to secure a tarp around the coolers on it using bungees. It took him a long time to figure it out and get used to it. More driving, driving, boredom... then my dad puts in his Eagles CD, the new one that went platinum seven times over, and we listen to that as we head into Oklahoma, a state which seems a lot like Arkansas and Tennessee. Flat, grassy, lots of trees. Every city we stumbled upon had “tiny city of Oklahoma, home of random country star (name)”. We stopped at the first rest area in Oklahoma to have more chicken. The picnic areas looked like tepees, supposedly built by Cherokees, which is totally inaccurate because Cherokees don’t live in tepees and never did. Why are there Cherokees in Oklahoma, anyway? Makes no sense. Anyways, we hit the road again, and my dad pops in the CD he bought, the soundtrack to Annie, the movie. Susanna hadn’t seen our production of it so she was interested while I was bored. I explained that our orphans were much better than the movie’s. Well, we kept drivin’, drivin’, drivin’ through borin’ ol’ Oklahoma till everybody fell asleep except me, Dad, and Mom. We stopped in Oklahoma City at 10:46 and dragged our butts into a Fairfield Inn. The elevator there was incredibly annoying. So we crashed.

Because, fool, I like Auric Goldfinger and Johannes Brahms. Okay? Shut up, fatty! hahaha