Post by Tony Kirkman on May 31, 2009 23:26:01 GMT -5
May 10th, 2010
I've never written in a journal before.
Do I start with Dear Journal? Have I fucked up already? Actually I don't know. But I guess I'll start with this, my name is Anthony Martin Kirkman. If you're reading this chances are I'm dead and if I'm dead please send this to my mother and father. Do you need a reference? Alright, here's a picture of them:
My father's name is Marcus Thomas Kirkman, my mother is Bethany Mary Kirkman and that dope in the picture is my brother Johnathan Thomas Kirkman.
They think I'm dead, well thought I was.
And mom, dad, John. If you're reading this, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I lied about my death. When I look back on it, it was a stupid decision. I can't face you now. If I were to show my face to you, you'd call me a monster. So the only way I can speak to you know would be through this book.
And yeah, I did steal this through John's Facebook. Had one of the guys find him on the internet and snag this photo. Apparently it's a few years old. You guys live in Boca Raton and John's up at school or something.
I guess I'll start by telling you a little about my life. I faked my death. I won't get into detail now about how it happened, but if I'm alive long enough I will tell you about it one day. I joined up with a group of people that have helped me gained power and money.
Currently I live in Miami. I drive a nice car. I have a few friends. I live a fortunate life, because of the people who I joined up with I earn lots of money in short amounts of time. I have a special job too, but again that's best saved for another time. I don't know how much to tell you, I don't know how much you guys really know. If I did, I'd say more. Maybe with time.
As for now, I'm pretty tired.
I don't know why I even tried writing this now. So I'll try to update this journal at least once a month. Life is hectic but one day I'll have to face all that I caused and I'd rather do it quietly then zip on over to your place and tell you I'm alive.
-Tony
I've never written in a journal before.
Do I start with Dear Journal? Have I fucked up already? Actually I don't know. But I guess I'll start with this, my name is Anthony Martin Kirkman. If you're reading this chances are I'm dead and if I'm dead please send this to my mother and father. Do you need a reference? Alright, here's a picture of them:
My father's name is Marcus Thomas Kirkman, my mother is Bethany Mary Kirkman and that dope in the picture is my brother Johnathan Thomas Kirkman.
They think I'm dead, well thought I was.
And mom, dad, John. If you're reading this, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I lied about my death. When I look back on it, it was a stupid decision. I can't face you now. If I were to show my face to you, you'd call me a monster. So the only way I can speak to you know would be through this book.
And yeah, I did steal this through John's Facebook. Had one of the guys find him on the internet and snag this photo. Apparently it's a few years old. You guys live in Boca Raton and John's up at school or something.
I guess I'll start by telling you a little about my life. I faked my death. I won't get into detail now about how it happened, but if I'm alive long enough I will tell you about it one day. I joined up with a group of people that have helped me gained power and money.
Currently I live in Miami. I drive a nice car. I have a few friends. I live a fortunate life, because of the people who I joined up with I earn lots of money in short amounts of time. I have a special job too, but again that's best saved for another time. I don't know how much to tell you, I don't know how much you guys really know. If I did, I'd say more. Maybe with time.
As for now, I'm pretty tired.
I don't know why I even tried writing this now. So I'll try to update this journal at least once a month. Life is hectic but one day I'll have to face all that I caused and I'd rather do it quietly then zip on over to your place and tell you I'm alive.
-Tony