Prologue: What's The Point?
"Hey, my name's James. You probably don't give a fuck about me, and I don't blame you. I'm just some random kid somewhere, brooding in some shitty little town about how fucking sad I am. But you know something? I'm not sad. I'm not angry. I'm not fucking confused. I just don't give a fuck. I've never had a reason for living. I've got nothing special about me, my parents have always hated me (they've even said so), and I have absolutely no friends. So, why should I give a fuck about anything?"
"I don't, I'm not gonna. I'm not suicidal, if that's what you think. I don't want to be hurt, or die, and I don't want to hurt or kill anyone else. I just want to find a way for this all to end. I want my pointless, apathetic hate to end. I want all the pain all around the world to end. The Xenophobia of the "Patriotic", the Homophobia of the "Religious", and everything in between. I guess I do give a fuck, but only for the Impossible."
"Maybe if someone would just care about me, or I could care about someone else, I could feel. I could be happy, I could be Hopeful. But, no. There's no. Fucking Reason. No one I've ever met cares about me, and I don't give a fuck about anyone else that I've ever met. Do you count this as us meeting? I do. Do you give a fuck about me? Probably not. So, I don't give a fuck about you."
"Well, guess I'll be back on later. Maybe I'll have something more to say. Hopefully, someone will start caring about me here soon. See ya.
