You will soon fucking see that this shit is hardcore. I’ve been hateful and angry ever since I was four.

I was happy once, but I don’t recall when. Lots of fucked up shit has happened since then.

I’ve reached out to my friends, hoping someone would care. Would you fucking believe it? Nobody was there.

There were lots of issues I had to get out. Nobody would listen. What the fuck’s that about?

Shrinks, friends, family, they all heard my pain. They said “get over it”. Are they fucking insane?

By now, you’re all asking why am I this way? NOW, you’re all interested in what I have to say?

Why the fuck should I tell you what’s wrong with my life? You’re only interested now cause I’m holding a knife.

You knew it was coming, don’t fucking lie. Don’t act all surprised that I want to die.

I’m sick of the shit and I want it to end. I’m ending my life without a single friend.

But before I die, you should all fucking know; I’m not going down alone, you all, too, have to go.

I have my gun ready, time to fire some shots. You won’t have any fun, but I’ll fucking have lots.

CLICK! Hey, neighbor, the bullet is stuck. Ha! The chamber’s empty you stupid fuck.

I'm sick of the noise, you ignorant bitch. You’re one of the reasons for my murderous itch.

We complained and complained and nothing was done. Now, watch, as I murder your 3-year-old son.

BANG! To the kid who caused most of the noise. The mom is to blame for this dead little boy.

Hey, neighbor, enjoyed that sadistic show? Come here, dumb cunt, it’s your turn to go!

HONK! Hear that? It’s the sound of a truck. I’m running your ass down and I don’t give a fuck.

I run over your corpse till it's a big, fucking mess. Oh, your husband is home? That's OK, he's next!

BANG! To a stranger, who the fuck are you? Doesn't matter much now cause you’re fucking dead, too.

BANG! To my roommates! I thought I was clear. I said shut the fuck up… guess you didn’t hear.

Between the music and banging on my fucking wall… It drove me fucking nuts, now I’ll kill you all.

I get it, it’s college. You’re supposed to have fun. But at my expense? Oh, fuck no, you’re done.

For the last fucking time, I’m sick of your shit. Too late, you’re dead… Not fun NOW, is it?

BANG! To my dad. I’m shocked you’re still alive. I’ve been wanting to kill you ever since I was five

I’m fucked in the head, don’t you fucking see? It’s because of all the shit you have done to me

Looking back on my life, you were a real fucking twat. You really believed that my love could be bought?

Am I important to you? There’s no fucking way. Were you ever interested in what I had to say?

You promised me shit, but you always fucked up. Your word is as valuable as shit in a cup

It's clear to see where your priorities lie. But, let’s be honest, I’m not one, am I?

That’s OK though, I didn’t want to be first. But as fathers go, you’re the fucking worst!

Empty promises, the lies, and a lot of bullshit. Honestly, growing up, I’d have preferred to be hit.

You tried covering shit up. But you were caught in a lie. You’re the victim in this? Yeah, nice fucking try.

The secret you had, that you failed to confess… Has done nothing but cause a complete fucking mess.

I found out I had siblings, but it wasn’t from you. When confronted, you STILL said this shit wasn’t true.

When everything came out, remember what you said? That I shouldn’t have known until you were dead?

It wasn’t my business? You’re that selfish, I see. But who got hit hardest? Oh yeah, THAT WAS ME!

I expected that, though, cause that’s what you do. You give a fuck about nothing, unless it’s about you.

The tables have turned. It’s the way it SHOULD be. Now YOUR life is fucked. Now it’s all about ME.

As fun as it’s been to take your fucking life. I just can’t wait to kill your cunt of a wife.

BANG! To my stepmother, you fucking whore. You’ve tried running my life, I can’t take anymore

Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? There is nothing stronger than my HATE for you

I said I was depressed and what did you say? You said “get over it”, like it’d all go away.

You chastise me constantly for being too blunt. That’s the way I am, you fucking ignorant cunt!

Who’s in control? Who’s in charge of shit now? Now I give the orders, you fat fucking cow!

BANG! To my mom, your life was going to be spared. But you’d get the impression that I actually cared.

Nag, snoop, and bitch. It’s all you fucking do. I’m a fucking adult, so, y’know what? FUCK YOU!

BANG! To my friends, see, I don't give a damn? Yeah, you all know what an asshole I am.

I thought you all cared, but it’s my fucking luck – you don’t care about me, you don’t give a fuck!

BANG! To my BEST friend, it just has to be done. With the exception of you, killing people was fun.

You stopped being there, now you’ll pay the price. I fucking want you to die, isn’t that nice?

You claimed we were close… you’re standoffish at best. Now, you’re going to die… you have a last request?

BANG! BANG! BANG! Yeah, I don’t give a shit. I hope being my friend was fucking worth it.

A group has gathered as I stand here all proud. I pick up the gun and point it towards the crowd.

BANG! BANG! BANG! I’m trigger happy, you see. Those were innocent victims who were looking at me!

I’m fucking scarred for life because of all the shit. But the bloodbath continues and I’m LOVING it!

I keep firing my gun, the body count’s getting high. And I don’t give a fuck if all of you die.

BEEP! Time is up. Hope you enjoyed the ride. I know I did… fuck, yeah, it’s HOMICIDE!

In a bloody heap, all you assholes lay dead. I’ve turned the gun on myself, it’s pointed at my head

I pray to God that this ends really quick. If it doesn’t, then God can just suck my dick

I see all my life flashing in front of my eyes. I’m having some doubts about wanting to die.

I wish I was never born to the parents I’ve got. A different dad and maybe I’d have had a good shot.

There are reasons for this, but you all wouldn’t see. I won’t forgive my parents for giving birth to me.

BANG! To myself! It how it’s gotta be. I can’t change who I am, that’s what makes it easy.

NARRATOR

Blood splatters on the wall, turning them a deep red. The depressed motherfucker is finally dead.

There’s a note by his side and here’s how it reads. “I deserve no forgiveness for my nasty deeds

Every last person deserved what they got. You think I’m full of remorse? I assure you I’m not.

Am I evil, an asshole? Am I full of hate? You’re fucking right, I am! And I think that it’s great!

I don’t give a fuck now, as I’m sure you can tell. I look forward to seeing you all in Hell.

Until that day comes, here’s what I’m all about. Ah, fuck it, the pessimistic asshole is out.”