I am Death, Destruction, and Dysphagia

Well, it's finally happening. I guess I'm blowing up. I am the Hellfires of the Abyss of the Atronach channeled through the body of the matyr of specialness. Such is Peter.

So is there anything I can do to stop it? I don't know, and at this point, I don't care. At this point, I wouldn't care if others felt the pain I felt everyday. Or is it even pain that they would feel? More like instantaneous relief from the burdens of a cold, unforgiving world. What is death anyways but a release from the pain of life? I've experienced it, and it is simply orgasmic. Shouldn't I spread that joy to others?

But maybe there is a reason to try to stop myself. Maybe there is love on the horizon. Forbidden love could be on the horizon. And forbidden love is the one kind of love that may work for Emo Pete. Especially when that forbidden love is also incestuous.

That's right, I've been a Paire fan from the beginning. What a cute couple we'd make. And us having that nice familial connection, maybe the heartbreak won't come. And maybe we'd spend more time battling for our relationship in the scornful eyes of society than arguing over who is more emotional. I usually win that battle, even during my girls' periods.

Ironic, isn't it, that when I finally find a reason to live, my life and the lives of everyone around me will end. Oh well, this incestuous love was probably just a fleeting grasp at happiness once more. Will I ever learn? Probably not. I'm always searching for the break in the clouds, but it will never come.

Well, I better go now. I'm melting my computer. Hopefully you're not in New York City.

Sincerely,
Peter