Death the Kid

✓ A Fact-Fiction by Death the Kid's Wife

My future has always occurred to me as unknown – a blank piece of paper with nothing to be found on either side of the sheet. I have always tried to be strong. I have always tried to be brave, and I most certainly have always tried to be the best I can possibly be in this world, but is that enough? Is that enough to uncover the clandestine fragment – the one jagged piece missing in the puzzle?
What is to become of me? What am I destined to be in this world? What is my purpose? Why am I here? These questions rattle around in my brain, unhinged and...

*Note* This is a true story. Everything in this article is true, and if you're a friend of mine, you should be able to accept my past and who I am today. If not, then that's that. Get your fake ass off my club.

A long time ago, in 2009... I joined Fanpop for the first time.
Back then, there was a main chat that everyone could log into, and everyone could talk in one chat room at the same time. I thought it was interesting, so I decided to enter the chat. I entered multiple times, but nobody ever cared to talk to me, and whenever I'd say something, people would ignore me.
I don't have any friends....