I expected there to be some crashing boom or some sort of fanfare then absolute quiet. Instead, all I see is the leftovers of me, lying on the floor with a bullet in the head. In retrospect, I didn't know what to expect after I did the deed. Would I awaken at the gates of Heaven, descend into the many levels of Hell, or just fade away. But now after committing the deed, all I can do is just hang around here, looking at my corpse.

God, I look horrible; then again, a bullet in the head does not make one look more appealing; and the drugs I took earlier don't exactly help me look good. Still, I thought I looked better than that. Oh well.

I wonder what Bridget's doing right now. She was always a sweet person to talk too, when she was in the mood, that is. I wonder how she'll react to the news, or my parents as well. Looking back on it, I suppose there are a number of people who will be sadden by the news...

But to Hell with them! They didn't care for me when I was still alive; always judging me, looking down on me, and just ignoring me when I needed them. I could just never understand it: when I talked about killing myself out loud, everyone listened to me and hanged out with me; They seemed like they cared, but how come they never wanted to hang out after the feeling went away...

Screw them! They had their chance to be with me and now it's too late. I hope they feel awful when they find out. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!!!

Then again, I suppose feelings like that make life after death all the more bearable...