Sup, I am dead. Not all the fucking obvious as is. So what are you going to do? Wallow? Cry?
*The tape crackles and skips*
Shit, that speech was fucking awesome. And it just deleted it. . . Well, I’ll make a new one. Simpler.
Kid. If you want to know my true intentions after death, then find my journal. But if not, I’ll meet my end with it. Fulfill my one question, what is after death? Hope heaven is a thing, won’t be there, or in hell, maybe. Read the journal, and it’ll explain more.
So kid with that done. Forget me, but don’t. Keep me in your heart. But forget me in such away you hold no regrets, qualms, or anything. Fill that void with something, a wife, a hobby, a pet, hell a boyfriend. Can’t care for that shit, I’ll be dead.
Hoped I died in a cool way. . . Wait! Are you crying!? No. Good!
I hope you have fun. A great life. Can’t say much with myself, but I had fun. I suggest fuck the cities, and go out in a more urban area. Also I have a riddle for you. Seek within the trees, but don’t trust the shade. If you do, then you’ll be clouded. Within the trees is salvation and destruction. Nature is the third side. Insanity is the fourth. I, the riddler, play upon the the fifth and fourth.
Makes no sense, but it does if you break it down. Hint five is related to the mind, Will, and compassion. It makes more sense with the journal. I’ve always like riddles because they made you laugh.
….. Oh, yeah! Destroy my hard-drive.
See ya… never. Well, maybe, read it. I mean it, if you want to know more read it. But if you want my image to be all good, don’t.