Intro . . .Hello, whoever may be reading this. I'm Kirill Nightingale or shall at least going under the name, as I'm sure you've already suspected. First things first. At the time I'm writing this, I'm 14. Recently turned it on September 11th, 2011.So, you've noticed a little something, have you? I was born four years before the twin-towers feel ash falling from the smoke-filled sky and therefore have a sorta immune feeling to the date in question. Don't get me wrong, I know what happened; I know the tragedies. Americans weren't the only ones who felt terrible that day- Great Britain, Germany, and Australia are just a few of the countries who felt the horribleness of that regrettable day.It's just that certain things I'm oblivious too . . . couldn't it have been something else, God?So you can kinda tell now why I'm writing this. It's basically going to be a self-help guide to Emoism. Now, here's a time to define what an Emo is.An Emo (short for emotional) is someone who sh
Already DeadI wish I would OD.I'd love to drown in the darkness.To never come back would be a gift.I wish I would drown.I'd love to fall into the despairing pit.To never be able to be fished out.I wish I would fall off a cliff.I'd love to see ground hurtling toward me.To know everything will break without a scream.I'd love to make the bullet hurtle through my brain.I'd love to pull the trigger near my skull.To feel nothing and to leave my blood stains as a reminder.I would be dead before the pills fully circulated in my blood.I would be dead before the water filled my lungs.I would be dead before I hit the ground.I would be dead before I pulled the trigger.Because inside, I am already dead.