I'm not okay. I'm not o-fucking-kay. Why you ask? Well firstly, i am a teenager, and secondly, i like to scare the living shit out people. And i'm going to give 'em hell to the end, the end, until my deathwish comes true (which everyone always confuses as a fashion statement) where the jetset life kills me, then i will be DEAD! I won't even need to fake my death. And if my heart stops beating my only issue is if there is no room in this hell then clearly there's going to be no room in the next. Heaven help us. Make sure you bury me in black. Oh and don't forget to tell my mama. Also will anyone notice the corpse on the bed? Think happy thoughts and may death never stop you. So i went to the house of wolves to see the kids from yesterday and they starting to sing a song but i told them we don't need another song about California but they just covered theyr ears and went na na na and told me to look alive sunshine. So i thanked them for the venom and i thanked them for the best day ever. So my advice to you is to listen to these famous last words of Helena and join the black parade. Make sure you have a good long sleep, but not forever otherwise the ghost of you is all that will be left. Remember that vampires will never hurt you but by the off chance they do, save yourself, I'll hold them back and destroya them (three cheers for sweet revenge!) because i want you to stay safe and sound. But i know you will be fine because you have a bulletproof heart. And be good because you know what they do to guys like us in prison. And when i tell you i don't love you, that is zero percent true. The world is ugly but you're beautiful to me.