The Last Night

I guess this is the last night.

I have planned this for a long while really, hardly anything new here. Dropped hints about this finality over the last few years, but of course as time went by, no one really believed what I said. I suppose they'll be more than a bit surprised once they found out what had happened.

The last night. It's a strange feeling actually, to be writing this down on my last night on this earth. I feel sort of serene, in a rather inexplicable way, as after tonight, the world would mean nothing to me anymore. None of that pretentiousness that I have to put up with every day, none of that hot and cold bullshit from my on-again off-again girlfriend, and none of that constant nagging from my already aging mother to get married and settled down. No more stupid bills to pay, no more retarded policies to fret over.

And no more pointy-hair boss who has no fucking clue what she wants me to do.

Wait. I think I'm working myself up a sweat---I can't do this. Not on this night. Especially not on this last night. I want to leave in style, or at least, in as much style as I can get given that devious plan I had concocted over the last few years. I have my nicest suit on, and have managed to procure the parts to enact my little scheme. Automated syringes, electronics, the chemicals themselves and all the other things.

Perfect. It's just perfect.

I have phoned that bitch of mine to meet me soon for dinner---she just called me to complain about having to walk up the stairs to the thirteenth floor where I stayed as the sole elevator had broken down, and demanded that I meet her downstairs. Oh yes I will, I will definitely meet her downstairs tonight, just not in the way that she might be expecting of course. Heheheh... revenge has never been so sweet.

As I am writing this, I have loaded the syringes with the two chemicals that I managed to get my hands on. One was a fast-acting stimulant for the high-rush, the other a faster-acting lethal cocktail, both wired to a specially constructed circuit that I have placed in my lapel. I have managed to get a key duplicate for the lock on the gate that leads to the roof top of my apartment---the idea is simply to activate the stimulant, fall off the roof and then activate the lethal cocktail and wait for death while rushing a high.

And then splat in front of the bitch, traumatising her for life.

So begins the end of the last night. I hereby sign off now. Good bye!